He said I had gotten old. That I was catching up with him. And with a smile he called me "the old man from the rio grande."
I liked that.
When we got there he kept asking me where his wife was.
We didn't have the heart to tell him she was dead. We told him she was in the hospital but she would be okay.
It hurts to lie to a 98 year old man.
But we're on the road now and we're about to stop by THE THING, the mystery of the desert, the American southwest's best cheap roadside tourist trap.
And a trip to the so-called "mystery of the desert" always makes me feel like a kid again.
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