• My American Journey of Discovery

    What better way to celebrate the Fourth of July than a 1,650-mile road trip, not from “sea to shining sea” but from Meadow City to Lake Michigan? But not directly. First we’ll stop in Boulder, Colorado, to stay with the wonderful Spillmann family and take in “Twelfth Night” at Colorado University Summer Theatre. Then we will wend our way up to Keystone, S.D., for a good look at Mount Rushmore. Sounds like an ideal way to see four of America’s most important presidents in one fell swoop.

  • Las Vegas Renaissance?

    A few days ago, my wife and I marked our four-year anniversary as residents of Las Vegas, New Mexico and my four-year tenure as President of New Mexico Highlands University. From my perspective, I’ve moved from total newbie to one not quite so new. I hardly think of myself as a long-term resident with deep family ties to this place, but I can now find my way to my own office, can locate some restaurants in town, and know all too well the road to Santa Fe and


    I have a few impressions.

  • At least that ballplayer was ‘gentlemanly’

    By Don McDonald, The Communicator

    When I was in medical school, the first two years were mainly a lot of bookwork.

    Starting the third year, you get into a lot more clinical experiences, which included a rotation in obstetrics and gynecology.

  • Film shows a moral failing

    Health care is a right. Raise your hand if you agree.

    That wasn’t exactly one of the hand-counts at last week’s Democratic debates, but I wish it had been. They came close, with questions about “Medicare for all” and other proposed reforms to our system of providing health services to people, both foreign and domestic, in America, and I heard a couple of candidates explicitly say it is a basic right. But the reality is, America is divided on this question, and it strikes at the heart of the issue.

  • ‘OLV’ popular in this area

    “Our Las Vegas” is a newsletter “for anyone who ever lived in Las Vegas, New Mexico.”

    That makes so many people from these parts extremely proud of the newsletter that publishes items from obituaries to parties, to sports to recipes to virtually anything people submit. The editor of “OLV” is Theresa Sandoval Fulgenzi, the widow of Charlie Fulgenzi, who was among the first in Las Vegas to help make tennis in this town what it is today. Charlie passed away several years ago.

  • Just a 1000th thought . . .

    Now add another thing to my list.

    Today’s column is significant to me because it is numbered column 1000. Every week for over 19 years I have had a Just A Thought Column published. In order to maintain the sequence in my computer folder, I number each column. If you could see my list you would see the first column was given number 1 and then each column thereafter is numbered in sequence up to last week’s column which was given number 999.

    Today’s column will be assigned the number 1000.

  • Taking on Torres Small in N.M.’s most conservative district

    Just when you think the Trumpettes have been banished from the Land of Enchantment come candidates who are already tugging on the president’s coattails, hoping to find redemption down south for the state’s beleaguered Republican Party.

  • Sapos really count

    A number of years ago Work of Art featured an item on the use of “sapo” in New Mexico parlance. I’ve always known a sapo to be a toad, a relative of a frog.

    But mainly, sapo, at least in our Railroad Avenue barrio represented a lucky shot. Even in those years, when my buddies and I were only pre-teens, we made “sapo” one of our favorite words.

  • Amazing grace: How sweet the sound

    One of the most emotional and beloved hymns ever written is “Amazing Grace.” It is regularly played at funerals, church services, and other events.

    My family was on vacation in Colorado visiting a church when the pastor chose to preach on grace. After sharing how God’s grace had impacted his life, he closed his message by leading us in singing “Amazing Grace.”

    “Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost but now am found, was blind, but now I see.

  • Saving lives ­— one ride at a time

    As I started to ask the front desk manager to order me a taxi, I saw a slim young woman getting into a taxi so I called out: “Heading to the airport?” That’s how I met 23-year-old Emily Young. We talked non-stop to the Vancouver airport and have spoken since by phone.

    Both of us had been attending the WOMEN DELIVER Conference with 8,000 other passionate women who are changing the world.