The Lady of the House says I don’t listen.
I hear every word she says. Just like the other day we were driving through Portales on our way to Roswell and I noticed the “Welcome to Portales” sign was gone. You know, the one that reads “WELCOME TO PORTALES…HOME OF 17,000 FRIENDLY FOLKS AND 3 OR 4 OLD GROUCHES.”
“Look,” I said to The Lady of the House. “The sign is gone.”
“Yes,” she said. “They’re probably going to put up a new one.”
She paused for a moment.
“I wonder what it will say?” she asked.
“What, what will say?” I asked.
She turned and looked at me over the top of her glasses.
“OH!” I exclaimed. “What the SIGN will say.”
Later that day we were shopping at The Big Store in Roswell. The Lady of the House couldn’t seem to find what she was looking for.
“Can I help?” I asked.
“I need T-shirts,” she said.
“What for?” I asked.
“To wear to the gym.”
“I’m sure there’s some in the men’s department,” I said, heading off in that direction.
“All cotton,” she called after me.
“You bet,” I said, not turning around.
“In pretty colors.”
I came back proudly bearing a package of men’s V-neck undershirts. In white.
On the way home I was remembering U.S. 70 when it was a dark, two-lane track that ran between The Pecos Valley and The High Plains.
“I remember that too,” said The Lady of the House. “When did they build the 4-lane, 10 or 12 years ago?”
“No,” I answered, still lost in the memory of driving the 2-lane road. “They started building the 4-lane about 10 or 12 years ago.
There was a long silence.
Even in the dark I could tell she was giving me “The Look.”