On July 21, 1969 a group of friends and I went up to Ninth Street Hill in Laramie to “cavort”. Cavorting was Chuck's idea which was another word for getting stoned and party. After we got there we smoked some pot and some of us were tripping on acid. We put out some speakers and began to party. As usual I soon tired of cavorting so I walked off a short distance from the gang and sat down to look at Laramie in the distance. Although I was by myself I was not so far from the group that I couldn't hear what was happening or being said. Pretty soon another friend named Kent M. drove up the road to us all excited about an article in the Rocky Mountain News. The article was about the moon landing
In northern New Mexico there is a small town called Chimayo with a small old church called the Santuario. As I understand it this little church was built by the first Spanish settlers in the 16th century. It's one of the oldest churches on the North American continent. But that is not why this church is famous. It is famous for its dirt. There is a spot close to the altar that has this very special dirt. People come from all over the world to get and use this extraordinary soil. This story is my experience with this Holy Dirt. This happened in either 1990 or 1991. I've never paid much attention to dates which is one of the dumber bad habits I now regret. I had a great friend back then who ha
