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RE: Adventures of a middle-aged itinerant pot farmer, aspiring agorist, and sundry other things
I enjoyed my time in New Mexico and miss it terribly sometimes. I miss the smell of roasting chiles in August, fresh snow that melts by noon, and the huevos rancheros at the Frontier! Thank you for reading and the kind words.
Matt
Oh Lord yes...there is nothing like the smell of roasting chill...or the smell of pinon burning in the air during winter time...I never had the frontiers huevos...but now that you mentioned..I will try to...welcome .......again...