Santa Fe and Michael Jackson

My parents and I just got back to Grants from Santa Fe.

As we found out, they have a a large number of welcoming galleries, including many displaying contemporary art. There is so much more to see, so much that we didn't have the chance to. The snow built up over night while we were sleeping...or lying in bed in agony attempting sleep...leaving all of the city draped in about a foot thick blanket of snow. So, we didn't see many galleries.

Nevertheless, while there we got to see the Georgia O'Keefe museum, some of Yves Klein's own patented ultramarine pigment in a glass case, some highly skilled ikat weavings, a Tunisian man with the most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen, and quite a few snowmen scattered around town.
We also got to eat the most scrumptious crepes and drink what should be, if not already is, award-winning espresso (served by a man with large-framed super stylish glasses that I wanted to simultaneously compliment and steal.)

On the way back to Grants the roads progressively became worse. First there were icy patches on the road, then we drove into the looming snow clouds ahead. As we entered the snow a pompous man on the radio began making a big spiel about the "breaking news" on Michael Jackson's death. My mom and I were frustrated with this man for speaking so nonchalantly about a real man's death. I can't describe it, but the tone of voice he announced the "news" in was worse than abrasive. It felt like he was proud to be saying it. Yuck yuck yuck. Thinking it was the truth, we were upset with him, but continued to listen to the station because they were playing his songs as a tribute to his life.
Eventually we turned the station off, annoyed with the arrogant announcer.

The rest of the ride home was scary.
We were swerving on the icy snow, and I didn't notice until we stopped that all of the muscles in my body were tight.
I didn't want to end up in the ditch like the four different cars we passed, or worse, off a cliff.
I'm happy to be seated and still with no rational potential for death or injury.

And now that we're back, with access to the wonderful honest internet, now we see Michael Jackson is in fact alive and well.