It's a Good Day

For about a month now, I've been circling the perimeter of Santa Fe, never quite landing inside. But, that's all changed now. I'm here and it feels pretty good. I was concerned that I would hang on to the misgivings I apparently had about returning after almost a year, but they disappeared as I drove into town.

I haven't made my travels a real travelogue mainly because it's a return to the familiar. Today, I will more than likely check out Book Mountain, one of my favorite used bookstores, then head over to Borders, the one just off Guadalupe St., and perhaps lunch next door at El Tesoro, a small Guatemalan cafe on the mezzanine in the Sanbusco Center. They're good people with interesting and tasty food.

Driving through the high desert on my way to here really fed my love of the West. It was as though a vintage postcard or photograph had come to life, like a train rolling through the western landscape and Peggy Lee's, "It's a Good Day," riding along on the rails. Here she is, in a recording session of that song. And it is a good day.