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Saturday, March 28, 2015
What Town Am I In?
March 28, 2015
I'm visiting a town where menus are serenaded by street musicians.
I'll have the "local tortillas" with the green chile and I'd like to get back to where I once belonged.
This town has the class to honor pick-up trucks and put them up on a pedistal where they belong.
In this case, a 1941 half-ton Dodge Pick-up truck
This town works hard to proect the past.
Sign outside of a postal station: "A nation that forgets its past has no future."
This is a town where the oldest Baby Boomer in Arizona can stand outside of the oldest house in The United States of America.
The oldest house and the oldest BSer in the same place at the same time.
This town is also home to Kid Ross, one of this country's best and funniest artists.
Kid Ross and BBB standing in the center of San Francisco Street.
If you haven't guessed it by now, here are two final clues: this town is fond of terrible puns for names of businesses, like Santa Facial and Santa Cafe.
"You had me at Santa."
—Some kid from Lamy
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