As children, the Idiots thought family was determined by birth and blood. Life has taught them to expand the term. You make FAMILY, blending those you are born to with those you choose.
Idiot He had an interesting conversation in his school counselor office with a clever eighth-grade girl in 1980. Most junior high counseling sessions involve the typical sturm and drang of adolescence… but this one quickly moved to the meaning of life. Over the years, though she traveled the country and the world, they kept that conversation going. She and her charming, talented husband are truly “family” – and the Idiots refer to their two amazing, delightful daughters simply as “our girls.”
As always, the Idiots timed their 1500 mile journey to arrive in Silver City in late morning – perfect time for green chili-pork-cheese-bean burritos at Don Juan’s. This small building on the main highway doesn’t attempt to be all things to all people. They make only burritos and they are strictly drive-through. The Beast can’t get close enough to the windows, so Idiot He parks on the street while Idiot She takes her place in the steady queue of vehicles, waiting her turn to order the best burritos in the universe. She returns to the Beast with two giant foil-wrapped torpedoes.
The scene: they reverently un-wrap their gifts from the gods… redolent aromas fill the air… too hot to handle, but too good to wait… the first bite opens the tender flour tortilla and the contents begin to rise like magma, the delicious oozing blend of flavor, texture and aroma encouraging “just one more bite” until, satiated, no more ecstasy can be endured.
One can only speculate what Proust might have written had he access to a Don Juan burrito rather than his paltry Madeline!
The Idiots time their visit to be able to participate in Halloween with their girls. They won’t say more about this precious family time… privacy is important… but how could they not share at least a few photos???
Until next time…
