In the cold, narrow streets of old Santa Fe a secluded, warm cafe I contemplate America how as a boy I never thought once of the name until I saw the desert gazed at the sun rising slow outside Roswell a state road, no other cars drove, I am there, I am here I saw …
Chapter 3
From the airport I was driven into town on a shuttle service that prides itself on being eco-friendly whatever that means, and the driver's name was Khan, as in Kubla, and he was a Pakinstani man who smiled a lot, who was raised in Malaysia and so who identifies more with Malaysia, though he did …
Chapter 4
Flying Elephant Free refills of coffee here, By George! It's great in this city! And how can I leave this comfortable nook when the coffee is bottomless and the afternoon is freezing and rain-soaked. But there is much to see and I've only got a day before work tonight, an operation with the Ford Motor …
Ren Michael 