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Friday, 28 April 2017 20:53

The Wedding at Three Cities of Spain

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In the 1960s, my favorite hangout and date place was a coffee shop on Canyon Road called The Three Cities of Spain.  It was owned by Bob Garrison and Dave Munn, and they presented an ecletic mix of entertainment, the likes of which Santa Fe hasn't seen since they closed in the 1970s.  It was there that I first saw the movies of W.C. Fields, Busby Berkeley, Buster Keaton, and all of the great films of the 1930s and 1940s.  They also presented a steady stream of folk musicians like Ian and Sylvia, The Dillards, Spider John Koerner, Dave "Snaker" Ray, and Tony "Little Sun" Glover, Utah Phillips, and Ramblin' Jack Elliot.  An enormous Italian espresso machine dominated the east wall and they served various pastries, a world-famous cheesecake, and coffees.  The room was about 20 by 50 feet, held about 20 tables, and every seat was fantastic.  I never missed a show and got to know the musicians pretty well, as they played there more than once.  I was playing guitar and singing then and I learned quite a few songs by watching them.

This story is about the most memorable night I spent there.  It was New Years Eve, 1965, and the artists were a young folksinger from Portales named Gary (I forget his last name,) and Ramblin' Jack Elliot.  Although they had no liquor license, Bob and Dave turned a blind eye toward patrons bringing in their own liquor.  Even me and my date, although I was 20 and she was 18.  Jack played 2 sets that night and by 12:30 in the morning almost everyone had left.  Remaining were Dave and Bob, me and my date, Gary and his date, Jack, and a Justice of the New Mexico Supreme Court.  We were all quite drunk and Gary kept kissing and cuddling his date.  We were teasing them that, since they felt so strongly about one another, they should get married.  Suddenly, Gary got down on one knee and proposed.  She accepted.  We discussed what to do next, when the Supreme Court Justice said that he would marry them right then and there.  I found a napkin and a pen, drew up a primitive wedding license, and had them sign it, with Jack and me as witnesses.  (Did I mention that we were drunk?)  Then, with Jack playing The Wedding March on his guitar, the Justice (who almost fell down several times during the ceremony) had them recite their vows and pronounced them man and wife.  Suddenly, Gary sobered up and asked if this whole thing was really legal.  He was quite worried.  The Justice assured him that it wasn't, but I've spent the last 50 years wondering.

--Mike Lord
 

Friday, 24 February 2017 17:28

Georgia, Sarge, and Me - By Sandra Dippolito

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When I was growing up, my mother ran the La Fonda Beauty Shop in Santa Fe. In the summer of 1966 (I was 14,) the phone rang at home. It was my mother. She told me to run over to the shop right away. I did not question  why, being such an obedient child!  My best friend Tinka and I ran barefooted to the La Fonda all the way from Casa Solana.

As we approached the front entrance of the hotel on San Francisco Street, we noticed a black limousine parked up front.  I looked at it and thought that maybe that the Beatles were in town!  It was none other than Georgia O'Keeffe!  I had met her several times at the beauty shop as my mother Dolores was her beautician.  My name was called out from the limo "Sandra....come here!"  Continuing to be a very obedient child, I went to car as Georgia opened the car door and told me to get in.  Who would do such a thing today?  I proceeded to get into the limo, and there was a huge box, with two chow chow puppies inside.  One was red, and one was black.  She then asked me which one I wanted.  I chose the red one.  It was like a dream.  Being a kid, I was not so focused on Georgia, but of course the puppy.  I said thank you and started to climb out of the car, when Ms.O'Keeffe said, "where are you going?"  I said: home!  She then said, "Where do you live?"  I replied, "Casa Solana," so she instructed Juan Hamilton, her driver at the time, to listen to instructions from me!

So much for another hot boring, summer day that had not ended up that way.  I thanked Ms. O'Keeffe again and she pleasantly smiled at me and said "you're welcome!"  My summer was no longer boring, for I had a puppy to train and take care of.  I named him Sarge, because he had a marking on his tail that looked like a Sargent's stripe.

Ms. O'Keeffe asked my mother several times if she could paint my portrait, but we never got around to it.  Could have, would have, should have.

--Sandra Dippolito

Monday, 03 October 2016 23:27

San Miguel Chapel

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