20 Years Ago in my journal:
“Day 47, Train Tracks to Willard Junction, NM
today: 27 cumulative: 914
… I end up following the train tracks all the way to Mountain Air, New Mexico. At the edge of town a man starts yelling from his porch, there is a ceramic Jesus head hanging by the door and a picture of his daughter graduating from high school in the front window. Piles and piled of boxes and “HEY! what are you doing with that cart, wait, let me run in and get the video camera.” Film rolling, “OK, now tell me that again, what’s your name, what are you doing, where does your family live, come on in and meet the family.” If there was a sixth gear, that would be Robert. Robert is in his late fifties, he wears a shirt and a vest from the 1970’s and a white golf cap. He always carries a video camera with him and he records every conversation. Inside the house one of Robert’s videos of the grandkids (he has 20) at a Judo competition. His niece has big cheeks, she has a Mickey mouse slide viewer pressed up against her face (slide 2), and clicks through the wheel of photos over and over and over. Dinosaurs. Bambi. Cinderella. A large portrait of a woman stares down at a tank full of goldfish. A black Indian doll stands in a case decorated with feathers, it looks like a shrine. (Continued in caption) #3349miles