Validation

I received a nice e-mail the other day from a woman named Deirdre Reilly, who’s a syndicated columnist in Boston. Deirdre went to school at ENMU and still has a warm place in her heart for Portales, which is how she came to e-mail me… she stumbled upon EIP while looking for stuff on the net about P-Ville. And she was kind enough to drop us a note that said very nice things about EIP.

Deirdre recently wrote a column about returning to P-Ville after 20 years (or so) had passed, and here’s an excerpt:

A few months ago I traveled from my home in Boston back to the town where I went to college: Portales, N.M. The college is Eastern New Mexico University, a jewel of southeast New Mexico and home of the Greyhounds sports teams. I was going to be in Phoenix for a few days and had decided to tack on an extra four nights – the plan was to stay two days in Sante Fe, doing the art galleries, and then head out in my rental car for Portales, which is about four hours southeast. I had not been to Portales for 25 years and had sometimes wondered if it even still existed.

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As I drove my rental car (an enormous, silver Chrysler with the world’s coldest sir conditioning) away from Sante Fe, I felt a lightness and anticipation. The miles stretched out into endless ranch scenes and dazzling skies as the weather, which had been snowy, cleared, and the sun shone brightly. I listened to everything on satellite radio – politics, jazz, gospel, you name it. Not passing a car for about 40 miles, I called my 18-year-old and said, “Hey Matt – guess how fast I’m driving?” He laughed, miles away. He felt so close, though, his voice warm on the phone. How fast was I going, he wanted to know, and yelled, “All right!” when I told him 100 mph – and no one to stop me. I hated to let him go when we signed off.

Well, now! I can certainly relate to the 100 mph stuff…driving as fast as you want is one of the Great Good Things about living in the Great Wide-Open. I should probably knock on wood (you, too, Deirdre!), because while there aren’t many cops patrolling our back roads, there are a few. And they DO write tickets. Just ask SN1… But, I digress. There are any number of reasons to fall in love with The High Plains of New Mexico, and I’m glad to know there are other souls in this world that feel as I do about The High Plains and P-Ville. Or, in a single word: validation. Thanks, Dierdre!

Deirdre also has a web site, with links to her columns and other things. Go drop in!