crossed the Rio Grande.
Many times.
I also …
drove past this whimsical compound built by people waiting for UFOs to land on their property.
I also ….
got to finally meet Stevie, after all these years of internet correspondence. What a pleasure.
I also …
ate enchiladas from a joint that looks like this.
… and this was on the front window of the enchilada joint.
I also …
got glimpses of Maxfield Parrish clouds like these….
…. and simple visions of joy and light such as this:
I …
befriended Jackie and Lou, in a bar. They were celebrating their 23rd wedding anniversary and treated us to an anniversary dance. Great people. Stevie and I loved them.
I …
saw vistas like this everywhere I looked.
I …
had a great conversation over breakfast with a couple from Dallas – about Alexander Hamilton, the letters of John and Abigail Adams, John Quincy Adams, and Nathaniel Greene.
I saw …
this from Stevie’s balcony.
And lastly:
I met Dean Stockwell. You know, all in a day’s work.
No way. You stop the story there?!?
I’m with Ted… you stop THERE?
Here I’ve been worrying, wondering where you were and you were with Dean. And no details???!!!
No kidding. It’s people like you what cause unrest.
Wooo-hooooo!!!
OMG, that’s awesome. Do tell!
did you confess to him about mohammed?
also, that’s just amazingly cool!
Stunned. By both the pictures AND that last line!
Spill.
Don’t leave out a thing!
Oh my God, Sheila, you can’t leave us like that, hahahahaha!!! This is torture, woman!
By the way, loved the pics. Those blue, blue skies are so beautiful…
What are you…some kind of junkie dealer? Get us hooked and then cut us off? Make us pay?
I’m guessing Sheila can’t say any more about Dean because of the restraining order. We’ll get the details when she releases her tell-all book If I Stalked Him.
Impressive…Most impressive.
a restraining order!? that must be it…hahahaha. the redheaded stockewell stakeout in taos! can’t you just see the headlines in the local papers? sheila, your picture is probably posted at every enchilada stand in the southwest!!
in truth, dear sweet sheila, i’m guessing you’re manically (or, perhaps, maniacally—but i use this word with the absolute kindest of intentions) holding on to the experience for yourself just awhile longer, mulling it, savoring it…..before it comes tumbling out in florid detail and into the realm of public property. i don’t blame you! but seriously, we’re all dying here. i’m sure you got my breathless messages!
haha!! no, no. No scary stalking. I’m just tired and I have the flu – totally wiped out right now.
Stockwell’s art dealer befriended me – and introduced me to Stockwell. It all worked out perfectly and I did not have to engage in any subterfuge. It was a conversation about art with the art dealer (a really cool guy who approached me, struck up a conversation), which led to – “have you met Dean?” – hahahahaha – which led to him pulling me over to meet Dean … etc. All easy easy.
“Isn’t she pretty?” art dealer said to Dean.
hahaha Like: the dealer was pimpin’ me out to Dean frickin’ Stockwell- it was hysterical and very awkward.
More to tell, obviously! but quite honestly, I’m very sick right now.
“Isn’t she pretty?” art dealer said to Dean.
That is awesome. I immediately pictured him in lecherous Al mode, saying something like, “Oh Sam, what I wouldn’t give to ramble this redhead….”
But I’m sure he was very polite.
Oh and I hadn’t mentioned anything about my blog to the art dealer – he had no idea who he was. And I had no idea who he was or what his connection was – until he told me. We talked about art, and galleries, and stuff like that. he told me about his clients, who he represented, etc. That was how the stockwell information came out. He asked about my writing, what I was working on, – you know, your basic conversation. nothing about Stockwell at all.
The funny thing is to imagine them finding my blog, and seeing the Stockwell stuff that’s been going on for four months straight. Like: “oops!!! I thought I was meeting a normal woman. Turns out she’s a nutjob.”
The whole thing sounds wonderful. Like others, I await the details, but I can be patient. Did you cross over an extremely high bridge in photo #2? If so, I have been over that bridge. It just comes up out of nowhere, and suddenly you are looking down into a deep chasm. Anyway, hope you feel better. I was just howling thinking of the art dealer and Dean finding your site–“OMG, I think we are lucky to be alive.”
DBW – It’s the bridge over the Rio Grande Gorge – and it’s outside of Taos. It really does come out of nowhere – it’s just this hole in the earth that you can’t see until you are on top of it. We were imagining being a pioneer person in a freakin’ buggy coming across that gorge and being like, “Uhm … dude, where’s the toll bridge over?”
Amazing!
and hahahahaha with your comment on Dean.
Susan – I deleted your comment – just because I don’t like to have last names on the blog of ordinary civilians, I’ve gotten into trouble with that before. But I certainly DO know who you are talking about and will pass on the message to my sister. She’ll love it!
Red-Get well soon. The Stockwell coincidence and how you set it up in this post is hilarious, given how much you’ve been writing about him lately. Almost freaky even.
Oh, it was no coincidence!!
Ok, having re-read your comments, I think I get it.
That is so awesome! The pictures *and* the meet with Dean Stockwell.
And oh how I miss scenery like that! I’m so ready to go (north)west!
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