I love this story. Judy was in high school when we met. For all these years I've used the date 1973. But it has occurred to me that the year must have been 1972, when Judy was a junior. Her mother, Joy, and I taught at the same inner city middle school in the projects of Dallas. Joy, a talented artist and wonderful teacher, blessed her daughter and two sons with the same gift. In the late 1980s, Joy and Judy re-introduced me to New Mexico, a place that had been unrecognized epiphany when I was only nine, on a trip with my family to visit my daddy's brother in Santa Fe. Now, when I travel from New Mexico to my home in central Texas, once or twice a year, I usually spend time visiting Judy in Ft. Worth. It's a day or two or four of great reunion of friendship, celebration of art and treasure, good meals, and meeting of the minds. Forty-three years—that's a long and lovely time.
People who really know me would describe me as a bright, talented, caring guy. Although I see myself as somewhat an introvert, people tell me that I’m gregarious. I enjoy social settings that fit me, but I need down time on a regular basis, some time alone with myself and to just get things done. I’m no dreamer (okay, a little dreaming never hurt anyone, right?). Active expression of compassion for others is essential. Sentiments need to be translated into behavior. A Houston native, I have a home on family land northeast of Bryan/College Station Texas, but live most of the year in northern New Mexico. I enjoy the arts, including film and theatre, but I am even more interested in exploring the historic Southwest. I collect American primitive arts. In Texas my garden is populated with native plants, perennials, old garden roses, and a few old-fashioned annuals. I read quite a bit and enjoy a variety of music. Although I love treasure hunting, the greatest treasure is family and friends.