childhood electric train was HO
Santa Fe set and today, only 47 years later, we
yard, now repurposed as galleries,
boutiques, and venues. Sarah
wanted to see Jeffrey Gibson's The
Body Electric and it was fantastic.
crossed the street to Farmer's Market, expecting
produce but finding instead the
fruits of artists, where we met another Gibson--R.J.,
a tintype photographer who
averred that civilization peaked in the 1930's,
an assertion he backs up by hewing to the
tech of the era, right down to the '34
in which he migrated cross country seeking
opportunity, a latter-day Okie.
driving home to Joyce's, we detoured even
further back in
time to Las
Golondrinas, where I couldn't stop
thinking about George Saunders' Pastoralia,
a resonance that was heightened when we visited
the goats, so jaded all they said was meh.