An unveiling of artifacts

The Tale of the Librarian's Fifth Wife is collection of moments, an assemblage of events, a bread basket of words, a swap meet of scraps left behind from a beautiful romance that will help clue you in to the real deal, to the life of two star crossed lovers that has already been lived and left behind. For the moment, anyway.


Our lives lie scattered over several states and a half a case worth of decades. It's not so much a want as a need to do this, to gather together the splinters and the shards of our times and share them here with you. Those bits and pieces of flotsam and jetsam found below in this winsome log are the bits and pieces of our times, a smattering of the trinkets of the love that Jane and I gathered up over the course of five long hard years. How they come to you now is in a story of sorts, a type of autobiographical fiction, with images cadged from places other than our satchel. Give it time, photos, sepia, wrinkled, pocket worn, are yet to come.


So, what else is there to do but get out that cobbled together blanket of dreams from the back of the car, spread it out under the branches of our favorite green and noble Oregon Maple tree that we both loved and share these words and tales of those long ago times with you. It was a wonderful time. Sit a spell, grab your spectacles and come ride along with us for awhile.

Love, Jane, the Professora and Roger, the Wild Half Mexican Boy


Friday, October 20, 2017

Exit 42



Once or twice a week I take a trip to Trinidad. The firm that I work for has quite a number of  businesses down there that love our product and thanks to the booming industry I've worked my way into I find myself on the road to Southern Colorado regularly, something I consider quite a boon to my existence, never a hardship.

Trinidad is once again a booming town, with more cannabis concerns opening up there every week. It is being seen, by some, as the "New Amsterdam", a town key to cannabis tourism trade in the state. As I come and go on 25 I see license plates from all over, with Texas, Utah, Arizona and, as you might imagine, New Mexico, leading the way. And while the town still has plenty of shabby chic about it, you can see that there is lots of money flowing into it, with plenty of new construction and a whole lot of reconstruction going on, bringing back to life the charm of the old brick town and the highlighting the power of the new green economy.

One thing about my journey that really stands out, and that is off ramp 42 on I-25. I know that in order to get to Durango back in the day you needed to either drop all the way down into New Mexico and make your way over and up or you headed west once you hit Walsenburg. I have to wonder, did you ever see that road sign, then, as you made your way to college? If so, did you ever think that, yes, wow, here's a road dedicated to my future husband?

No matter, when I pass it by I always think of you, of your life and what your times must have been like for you as a fresh, young college student. You told me tales of those times, of the boys who passed through your life, and I found those stories sweet, funny and interesting, somewhat how I feel about you and our times whenever I pass that sign.

It was long ago that you traversed the same highway that I find myself on regularly these days. Once more I find ways to connect to you, across the distance, from here on the road in Colorado.

May your road trips there in Washington be filled with adventure and insight and, as you cross the Cascades or wander the streets of Seattle, may you think of me and our times as well.

Your WHMB
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