The New Mexico Chapter of the Greyhound Adoption League of Texas (GALT-NM) is participating in the Great Global Greyhound Walk (GGGW) on Sunday, June 10, 2018, at Hyder Park in Albuquerque. The public is invited to attend to Meet the Greyhounds!
A few years ago I was walking around my neighborhood, minding my own business. Two men whom I had never seen before approached me, speaking a strange language.
“Who are they? What do they want? Are they a threat?” I wondered silently and watched them from the corner of my eye.
The one closer to me held a stick by his face and it began to make noise. I was in shock.
“What is this? Witchcraft?” I reeled. Then it became pleasant. I lost myself in the whistling. I began to dance in a way I never had before. I was mystified. It was like my consciousness had been taken over by a higher power.
I regained my footing and left as the man nearest to me shouted something in a pleasant tone.
Jon Krakauer's book Into The Wild stirred a wanderlust-y side of many people, to the point where a strikingly large amount are attempting to follow the protagonist's journey to Fairbanks Bus 142 in Alaska.
Why anyone would live in New Mexico with no taste for hot chile peppers is beyond me, but in case the heat doesn't hurt so good (and simply hurts) try extinguishing the pain with milk, not water.
I'm standing in a cave with water flowing in and out. The tide is coming in but I'm not panicking, in fact, I'm enjoying myself. I'm playing with a mysterious animal. I think it's an eel, but I can't see anything except the torso because the animal wants to be petted. It's dark and slimy and squirming and keeps slipping out of my arms, which can barely wrap around the torso.
There is no direct light, just what little comes in from the outside. I can't see outside the cave except the brief moments between when the waves are entering the cave or receding.