A year ago today my mom and I entered New Mexico, and eventually Los Alamos, to spend a few days with my brother, Tom and my nephew, Alex. Sorry, Dr. Tom. And while I’m at it, Mr. Alex.
Since it’s been a year, it’s time to start making plans for a return trip. Maybe in August on the way back from a possible trip to Austin, Texas for one of my best friend’s very important 40th birthday. Her name is Brenda and she is pretty and she is my friend and a girl turning forty is an important milestone in life.
But this is about Los Alamos (where discoveries are made) with a need and an urge to go back for a few days.
Here’s hoping that the stars and planets and kivas align.
