V.24 No.40 | 10/01/2015
The Daily Word in a prairie dog playground, killifornia and circuitous "right to bear arms" arguments
By Geoffrey Plant [ Tue Oct 6 2015 10:57 AM ]
Albuquerque's Huning Highland neighborhood gets Burque on a list of "secretly cool cities".
The playground at Chelwood Elementary has really gone to the prairie dogs.
Balloon Fiesta truly underway now that there have been some balloon collisions with power lines and vehicles.
The father of the man who allegedly went on a shooting rampage last week in Oregon blames, in part, the country's gun laws. Ironically, the mass-shooting suspect's mother was stockpiling guns out of fear that stricter gun laws in response to mass shootings would make it impossible to stockpile guns.
There's no such thing as a "sexy Donald Trump costume".
Watch this man set his apartment on fire while live streaming a demo of cigarette lighters.
Check out this groovy coffee table book of grindhouse cinema posters!
V.24 No.6 | 2/5/2015
Eric Williams ericwphoto.com
Middle Eastern EDo
By Ari LeVaux
Ari LeVaux visits a Central Avenue favorite that has changed hands many times over the years.
V.23 No.30 |
The Daily Word in bomb threats, no more square hamburgers in Russia and Presidential pants
By geoffrey Plant [ Tue Jul 29 2014 1:10 PM ]
The man who was subjected to an extensive and illegal cavity search courtesy of the Hidalgo County Sheriff's department details his story in a new interview.
Someone threatened to blow up the capital building in Santa Fe.
Dead Jackass star Ryan Dunn's photo wasn't supposed to be used in this story.
Behold the motorized sneaker/rocket roller skate thingees.
V.23 No.11 | 3/13/2014
Eric Williams ericwphoto.com
Local News Buffet
By Nora Hickey
Justice served at Nosh Deli
Anti-semitic deli vandal arrested and other local restaurant news.
V.23 No.6 | 2/6/2014
Bite Sized Roundup
By Nora Hickey
Girl Scout cookie cook-off, Silva’s Saloon and the fate of Pop ‘N’ Taco!
V.21 No.30 | 7/26/2012
From the Foxhole
The Rapid Ride comes to EDo
By Alex Limkin [ Mon Jul 23 2012 12:15 PM ]
I was standing up on the Redline coming west down Central by the far back exit when a loud voice snarled: “Is there some reason why your ass is in the back of my neck?!”
If you’ve ever ridden the bus in Albuquerque, you’ve shared the ride with numerous veterans, some better off than others, but most of them pretty much winging it.
You can see them with their canes and their bad knees and oxygen tanks. Some will stare you down. Some avoid eye contact altogether. A lot of them wear hats festooned with trinkets. Some wear bits and pieces of old uniforms.
The veterans that are the worst off appear homeless.
At the sound of the voice behind me, I leapt forward in a panic, unsure of what was happening, prepared to defend myself.
It turned out that I had mistaken a man’s neck for sections of plexiglass I often lean against to keep my balance.
As soon as I caught a look at his scowling mouth, his unkempt hair and repaired glasses (before I even took stock of his tattered camouflage pants), I knew who I was dealing with. Someone that had ridden in troop transports and cattle cars, someone who had slugged through mud and shit. Someone who had come unglued. Given his thinning hair I guessed Vietnam.
Here he was on the Rapid Ride, purposefully avoiding the Local 66 Bus because it was too much like a cattle car—too crowded, too loud, too riddled with despair—and some thoughtless asshole sits on his neck.
Seeing all this in an instant, feeling the strain of his madness in an instant—the impatience, the frustration, the nagging anger and rage—I made a vigorous apology and shifted my position.
Recently the City of Albuquerque has opened a new Rapid Ride stop in the heart of “EDo” at Central and Edith. It is currently operating on a trial basis. It saves me having to walk through the tunnel under the railroad tracks to the Alvarado Transportation Center. This tunnel is no joy to walk through. It smells like piss and shit, frequently has bodies strewn through it, and drivers feel compelled to honk their horns as they enter it as some sort of homage to the downtown. So you can understand why I prefer Central and Edith.
When we reached the new stop, I touched the veteran on the shoulder and bent down. He probably hadn’t been touched in years.
“I’m a veteran, too,” I whispered, “I understand.”
Without turning in his seat or looking up, he nodded his head and briefly touched my hand.
I got off the bus.
V.19 No.50 | 12/16/2010
Your restaurant review says The Grove Café is located in Huning Highlands [ Chowtown Restaurant Guide, The Grove Café and Market]. Actually, it is in East Downtown—an official neighborhood of the city that includes the businesses and residents along Central Avenue and Broadway Boulevard in our redeveloping and improving area of the city. If there were not an EDo, there would not be a Grove. Before EDo, Central and Broadway around here could be defined in one word—sketchy. The East Downtown Master Plan from 2003 brought this community together, including residents of Huning Highlands, to craft a new vision and new zoning for Central and Broadway. This vision has borne much fruit—such as Jason and Lauren Greene and their great restaurant—and will continue to do so. I totally agree with the rest of the review: The Grove is a delicious delight!
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