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Travel. Block by Block.

Some of my favorite books are travel stories that cross regions, countries or territories of any size, meandering along by various transportation modes, noticing the landscape and people and noting the social, political and economic history when it seems pertinent. The author I’m thinking of right now is Ian Frazier and his books, Travels in Siberia and Great Plains.

For August I will be the Ian Frazier of a particular stretch of Albuquerque walkways. I’m talking about the routes I take three times a week, starting from my house at dawn, wending my way to the Rio Grande and then back an hour or so later. To be a great travel writer one must build their descriptive skills, mile by mile or, in my case, block by block.

Best yard on the block.

Best yard on the block.

TB #1 Eclectic: I have lived on this block for almost 14 years so I’m admittedly biased but it is surely one of the more interesting locations in the city. Just west of downtown, off Central Avenue, on the edge of Downtown Neighborhood Association (DNA) territory, there is this little street of modest homes (one converted to three rental units—extremely homey, attractive and well-cared for by the landlord who lives next door) and a couple of bonus attractions.


Never steal an will end badly.

Never steal an ATM…it will end badly.

On the northwest corner of my pleasant street is the “storied” neighborhood eyesore—a virtually abandoned house, slowly fading, chipping, sagging. Its fifteen minutes of fame was as the location for an episode of Breaking Bad where some generic meth addict’s head is crushed by a falling ATM. Filming was quite a production. First of all they shabbied up the house even further by hanging old sheets in the windows, and junking up the front porch with a few wretched pieces of furniture. Giant trailers parked up and down the street, giant lights focused on the house, giant techie types ambled about and it’s safe to assume at some point a star or two showed up. It is unlikely most people on the block had ever seen the show so they expressed their disinterest by being all tucked in by nine or ten when the night shoot really got going. And all had vanished by morning except, unfortunately, the house, which stands forlorn only visited occasionally by—what do you call Breaking Bad super fans—Breakies? They come solo or in scraggly pairs, sometimes leaving sad little bunches of flowers on the front porch in honor of the crushed dude.

Red lawyers' offices on corner, Albuquerque's only "high-rise" apartment building just behind.

Other end of the block, a two-story house has been freshly painted for a family of lawyers. Every downtown neighborhood needs a few.

Right smack next door to me. I'm thrilled.

Right smack next door to me. I’m thrilled.

And across the street, the newest restaurant—that doesn’t want to be called a restaurant—in town. Bright-brown adobe home with glossy tile inserts and flowers in abundance converted to a place where the few can elegantly dine on Friday and Saturday nights. Charles Place is owner Charles’ retirement dream. The home’s original rooms have been magically transformed into mini-dining rooms, altogether seating about 20. The interior is scrumptious with the glowing colors of Mexico in tile, paint and artworks, all very handsome, friendly, and comfy. There is a set menu of the freshest of produce and meats that Charles has purchased for that weekend only. Tables are booked for the night so the talking and eating and sipping can last six hours should that be your desire. Dining at Charles Place is pricey by Albuquerque standards but given the unique ambiance and the potential for perfectly fresh, perfectly prepared food, it is likely well worth it. I’ll report back in a couple of weeks after my San Diego son, the connoisseur (he thinks!), and I try it out.

My yard, second best on the block.

My yard, second best on the block.

Friday Evening Musings

A devilish dude gracing a wall somewhere in San Francisco a long time ago. Just seemed like a devil worked for this post.

A devilish dude gracing a wall somewhere in San Francisco a long time ago.

We are barring the UN Delegate from Iran on the basis he had something to do at some time with the Revolutionaries/Freedom Fighters/Terrorists that overthrew the Shah. Wow. That is so stupid. We have supported, funded and welcomed numerous monsters to our shores and yet we’re playing that game of ‘you can do anything you want however bloody to others, just don’t ever think about doing anything to a sacred American.’

About Albuquerque. And our only recent claims to fame. Meth labs as popular entertainment and killer cops. Can’t say much about BB. Have never watched it; I refuse to celebrate the idea that teaching is a less-interesting, less-successful, less-glamorous  profession than drug dealing. We all recognize it’s less lucrative and shame on us that that is so. When my California grandchildren mention their Albuquerque family absolutely the only thing anyone knows about this place is Breaking Bad.

And maybe this is hell. Or a lava flow on the Big Island.

And maybe this is hell. Or a lava flow on the Big Island.

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