It is infinitely satisfying at times to be an American woman in the southwest, driving a big dawg Chevy crew cab out of Santa Fe through Glorieta pass, underneath all of this red sky, with the radio cranked to some good C&W, singing.

Makes me think of things I hadn't thought of in a long time -- like me and Dennis wearing cowboy boots to our wedding. Mine were ostrich, the color of ivory, with roach killer toes.

The boondocks run deep ...