The first day of Spring brings
the first significant snow of the year. I queue up at Albuquerque's
airport, where I meet a man in transit from Denver, also on his
way to Florida. "It'll snow when we get there," he laughs.
"This storm's been following me all morning."
Some hours later, we emerge
into the usual heat & humidity that woo me into forgetting the
depth of poverty for the sunny days of prosperity.
The Caribbean van driver who
is taking me to my rental car hears his two-way radio command: Driver,
return to base.
He grins and says, "They know my name. Why do they still call
me Driver?" "It's more business-like," I
offer. "But they know my name," he insists, the smile never leaving his face.
nuclear bombs have exploded in New Mexico.
Someone says, "The
radiation will reach us soon."
We jump into a car, but can't outrun