Finding Familiar

Have you ever moved to a land where no-one knows your name? I did. Yes, 25 years ago I left Altoona, Pennsylvania, and moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico, or as the locals refer to the state, “The Land of Enchantment.” I learned how to drive through the city to my office, how to order lunch stressing no green or red chiles on my plate, how to walk in the desert without cholla jaggers sticking like needles on my jeans, and how to look up to the Southwest sky and yell “hi there” as a hot air balloon filled with a basket of exuberant passengers glides over my roof headed south.

After fo...