At first, the people of Santa Fe seem distant. Not the neighborly, let's gather for a barn dance after Church sort of way. No, it's more of a mildly gruff, distant, mind your business and I'll mind mine, attitude. Like cowboys of lore fenced into towns and imagining the open range just beyond the dark smoked windows of their giant pickup trucks. Now they forever think as cowboys on horses, but are driving herd on groceries back to the open range. Groceries, some of which were once cattle but have long since been shipped as beef to the packing houses in Chicago, but are now rustled from Food King.
-gg
1-28-25
1-28-25

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