Tied to the Post
Thunderbolts and lightning
White hot bolts of lightning bee-bopped across the darkened horizon, as we topped out on the south side of Devil’s Canyon.
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Of outlaws and outhouses
Once she hitched her wagon to Duke, Momma Rose kept ‘em coming fast and furiously. It was the middle 1950s, and Duke and Rose were newly wed. You know the routine, “First comes love, then comes mar...
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Old ‘59  
Most Sunday mornings, I am the designated manager at Twin Rocks Café. That is my reward for not attending church.
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A root on me
It was a hot Saturday afternoon, and I was in the yard pulling, chopping, hoeing, and raking weeds.
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Rocks on your head
“You really don’t have to buy this rug if you don’t want to!” commented Edith Martin while she was showing Steve and I her weaving the other day.
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Our children don’t care about our stuff
One of the images that indelibly etched itself into my mind over the past 20 years is that of an old Woodie station wagon parked alongside a dirt back road leading to Shiprock, NM.
Oct 25, 2016 | 0 0 comments | 782 782 recommendations | email to a friend
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On the lot
Most of the stories Steve and I share concern what goes on inside the Kokopelli doors of the trading post or the glass doors of the cafe.  Some of the most interesting and amusing people we see nev...
Sep 06, 2016 | 0 0 comments | 849 849 recommendations | email to a friend
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A blessing
It was a late May afternoon at Twin Rocks Trading Post, and I was sitting in my office trying not to nod off. The last time I fell asleep at my desk the resulting crash raised a bump on my forehead...
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Of hats, saddles and the boot
A businessman walked into the trading post and said to me, “Can you help me out friend? I have been on the road longer than expected and am worried my wife may be angry and have the door barred whe...
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Natives for sale!
There I sat, staring into the alarmingly narrow hazel-colored eyes of an attractive young woman who wore closely cropped hair, dyed jet black.
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