Tales of Tesuque

1996, San Francisco, CA I reached up and grabbed my boss's boney little shoulders and shook him trying to make my point. He looked at his secretary, who was standing nearby, and said "You're a witness. I've just been harassed." I didn't realize at that moment that this would be the end of my career with El Paso Natural Gas and that I would soon be on my way to exciting new adventures in New Mexico. Or that these adventures would include a booth at the Tesuque Flea Market and a log cabin with a curse.