Sometimes I can’t believe how lucky I am to be here. Other times I want to shoot myself, but still. I think the lucky stuff is winning out. It’s kind of been a long time. I used to drive to Washington, D.C. and Baltimore. The freeways were all walled in. You couldn’t see a thing. I told myself, that’s just crazy, this is no damn way to live. We saw this guy just south of Cimarron about sixty miles from Taos. I only passed one car going our direction. Wild animals beside the road. There’s still no snow, my wife is beautiful, and I’m not dead. Sometimes I can’t believe it, you know, how lucky I am.