Note: All my posts on the ’60s are gathered under “The ’60s,” above. Being a blog, these posts are in reverse order. If you want to read them from the beginning, scroll down. Chapter 1 is at the bottom, chapter 2 above that, etc.

Hot Springs in Truth or Consequences, New Mexico

The name? In 1950, Ralph Edwards, the MC of the popular radio quiz show, announced that he would broadcast the 10th anniversary show from any town that changed its name to youknowwhat, and so Hot Springs, NM became T or C (as locals call it).

A vein of hot water flows under the town, and there are a bunch of spas. I arrived after dark and drove around sussing out the choices. I liked the looks of La Paloma. They had one room left. Bingo! $80 for rustic room and 24‑hour access to about a dozen different soaking rooms, ranging from 103 to 110 degrees.

After soaking a few times, I wandered out into the town and it turned out to be full moon, total eclipse night. Will my luck never cease?

I got a beer and sat on a bench on the deserted main street in the 28-degree night (in 2 down jackets, gloves, wool hat, scarf), and watched the moon slowly become smoky looking, then disappear. Went back to the spa and hung out with other guests around a courtyard fire.

Jumped in the springs again, and then again at 6:30 the next morning.

In store window (they’re about 8″ high.)

 

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Rain in San Francisco, Mellowness in Albuquerque

I took off from San Francisco on a rainy Sunday morning. As soon as I got off the plane in Albuquerque, things felt different. Relaxed. Mellow. Palpable low stress level.

Picked up rental car, punched in address for Canteen Brewhouse, where I had scoped out beforehand there was a local bluegrass band playing at 4PM. Garmin magically delivered me to the pub. Good vibes. Community tables. Got dark porter, alc. content 10%, aged in whisky barrels, had best bratwurst I’ve ever had, homemade mustard, cole slaw, black bean chile, guy next to me at bar was carpenter; we had things in common. Perfect.

The band, Squash Blossom Boys, was good. Occasional 3-part harmony. There’s just something about a local band, a local crowd, relaxed atmosphere…

I took off heading south for Truth or Consequences, a town of hot springs I’d read about, at dusk. Cue Willie: “On the road again…”

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