Breakfast in El Paso:
Typical, working breakfast: three cheese enchiladas, fried egg on top, and slathered with both red and green salsa.
“Red or Green.”
“Christmas!”
“Que?”
“Both: red and green.”
Excellent presentation.
“I finally struck out for El Paso, two hundred miles over a dry, waterless plain, and another hundred up the Rio Grande valley, making three hundred miles in all.”
Excerpt From: Chas. A. Siringo. “A Texas Cow Boy / or, fifteen years on the hurricane deck of a Spanish pony, / taken from real life.”
“To live with the gods.” And to do that is to show them that your soul accepts what is given and does what spirit require — the spirit God gave each of us to lead ad hide us, a fragment of himself. Which is our mind, our logos.
Marcus Aurelius, “Meditations,” Book V, #27