Tales of Tesuque

1996, San Francisco, CAI 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 &quote;You're a witness. I've just been harassed.&quote; 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.