True story: my new girlfriend wanted to go visit her old boyfriend in Austin, Texas. So I drove Kathy Radina from Phoenix to the Lone Star State in her car to visit the infamous DJ who had just been fired from KOKE FM (LBJ's station) for refusing to play disco.
On the way home from Austin we went the northern route through Big Spring (where my mother's kin are from) and then on over into New Mexico, landing at Carlsbad Caverns and then on up to Mayhill where we spent the night in a snug log cabin.
Granted, I was new at the relationship game and didn't know this was like throwing gas on a fire, so as we drove through a very quaint little village, it got pretty ugly and I didn't even stop, the car.
Fortunately, things calmed down by the time we got to Socorro and we later (July, '79) got married at Pioneer Village, thank you very much. But before that happened I looked on a map to see what the name of the small village was that we drove through while fighting like cats and dogs.
Lincoln, New Mexico—Billy the Kid's hometown. A place I had wanted to visit my whole life, and I drove right through there, without stopping!
"Pay attention, the universe is trying to help you."
—Old Vaquero Saying