Evening blogsters:

That thing was hanging from the ceiling in a Mexican restaurant where I was having breakfast in the desert town of Deming.  I made sure it wasn't an example of something I was going to have wrapped in a tortilla.  It was roughly the size of a basketball.  Just a thing hanging there above my table to contemplate when I wasn't watching the droves of US Border Patrol guys drift in for their mid-morning breakfasts.

Stopped into Socorro on the way down on Monday.  Looked up a guy I haven't seen since before Y2K.  Mike.  We used to try to dowse the lottery numbers together, or in tandem.  Never had a lot of success at  it, though each of us could pretty well be assured of getting one number.  Mike made a few of the mountain climb/unclimb trips with me  during the Adams searching.

Anyway, I extolled the virtues of Lottery Post to Mike.  Might be he'll register and decide it's a worthwhile expenditure of his time, reading some of the threads.

Not much going on here except cold air and a hunter's moon.

Night to all of you. 

Jack