Along T-shirt row in Deadwood, the gold-gulch town in South Dakota’s Black Hills, you can read silk-screened homages to bikers, gunfighters, gamblers, anti-immigrant soldiers (“If you are reading this in English, thank the U.S. military.”)  and the armed protection of private property. The town’s  history of lawless violence was the basic entertainment value of […]

    By LARRY CALLOWAY (C) “My fellow citizens,” Abraham Lincoln said, addressing Congress in December 1863. “We cannot escape history.” The sentiment and, “The past never dies. It is not even past,”  a line from William Faulkner that has been elevated by quote pickers to the status of an aphorism about the South, hummed […]

Without planning it that way, I have spent a lifetime looking for the Anasazi. In books. In clefts in cliffs, as Gary Snyder put it.

We flew into the cape and drove north, but at Todos Santos I reminisced about a better way: through the desert in a 1979 VW bus.

My report on the political crisis in the tiny Carribean nation that happens to be located in Central America. Nobody could phone out the story as it happened because the phones were all sabotaged.

With every trip to the San Luis Valley and back to Santa Fe, I grew fonder of the place. Christopher Columbus liked it too, if my translation is right.