New Mexico, October 1988. The weather had finally cleared after days of cold rain now gave way to an amazing sunny and crisp fall day. The golden Aspen leaves shimmered in the faint breeze against an unreal blue sky creating an effect that from a distance looked like thousands of tiny mirrors briefly catching the sun as they danced. To see mountains covered with Aspens in the fall is not to be missed. I’m renting a room in a beautiful adobe house in…
