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The power of city government in your hands. Mayor Jackie McKinney and the Gallup City Council wish you and your family a happy and prosperous new year! Over the past four years, the city has undertaken several projects to deploy technology to better serve Gallup residents. Such technology improves service quality and reduces costs borne by taxpayers. Some of these projects such as the new city website are quite visible, while others such as our geographic information system (GIS) labor quietly behind the scenes. In 2016, the city will embark on several new endeavors to advance its capacity to meet public needs. Website Overhaul. One project already in progress is an overhaul of the city website. This effort will improve the site’s look and feel to support better navigation through the extensive resources available. Prior to the debut of our current system in 2012, the city’s website was greatly outdated. According to General Services Director Rick Snider, “our research indicated that there hadn’t been any appreciable change to the site since the Clinton Administration.” The current platform incorporates a content management system (CMS) that decentralizes control of web pages to allow individuals and departments to manage their online information. Access to city documents, agendas, forms, and other information is now available twenty-four hours each day, seven days a week. The website also provides news feeds, e-mail, and text messaging to keep citizens informed about city events, utility incidents, schedules, and other vital updates.

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Online Utility Account Management and Pay-by-Phone System. As part of a joint project with the departments of Customer Care, Information Technology, Electric, and Water and Sanitation, the online utility account management system is also being replaced with a new, more user-friendly system. In the interim, the city will be upgrading its servers to address some web browser incompatibilities currently experienced by some users. A state-of-the-art interactive voice response (IVR) system will furnish customers with real-time information about bills, payments, due dates and other account information when calling the city. Assistant to the City Manager Jon DeYoung indicates “Over the phone credit card payments have been a frequently requested feature. We will support this along with offering multilingual voice prompts in English, Spanish, and Navajo to improve ease-of-use.” Mobile App and Online Requests. The city will be launching an online problem reporting system called GallupConnect. Using the city website or a new mobile app for iPhone and Android smartphones, citizens will be able to see a map of reported problems to learn about previously reported issues and submit new requests when desired. Mobile app users also can upload a photo or video of a problem along with descriptive information. Staff will be able to respond to these requests and let system users know what has been done to resolve their concerns. Work on these projects is expected to be completed by the second half of 2016.

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Thoughts From The West End Obi Wan Kenobi when he realizes that his apprentice has fully turned to the dark side makes a defining statement before the battle begins: “Only A Sith speaks in absolutes.”

hat is it about a Jedi Knight that has captivated a countless number of people worldwide? Why does “Star Wars” have a following deeper and stronger than likely any movie series in the history of film? I think it is because there are elemental truths woven in the story that resonate within the human soul as relevant and accurate. For example in “Star Wars” there is no question that there is “Good” and “Evil” in the universe, but the storyline isn’t that cut and dry. Sometimes the evil is hard to detect, for even with the powers of premonition, the Jedi aren’t able to identify the Sith/Chancellor/Emperor until the very end of episode 3 depsite their close and frequent interaction with him. The Jedi in their simplistic monkish attire, and the relatively basic weapon of only a light saber take on nearly impossible tasks with a meditative faith that the “Force” will show them victory. Yet victory is not always found. The Jedi are nearly eliminated in a Hitleresque genocide and exiled out of the picture for decades, while the evil empire simply grew.

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These basic truths are rarely seen in movies. The truth that evil is strong and in someways stronger than the good. The fact that the good may loose many battles. The fact that the good can turn to the dark side...and occasionally vice versa.

If we are to reject the dark side, we must face our own fears and not give in to its generous offers. Rather we must embrace the way of the Jedi.

In many ways the Jedi don’t even look for victory, as much as they are only doing their duty. There’s a trained detachment from their own wellbeing that is...other worldly. In fact it seems that control and certainty are the very antithesis of what it means to be a Jedi Knight:

The way of the Jedi is to calm your mind: Qui-Gon Jinn: They continually speak to you, telling you the will of the Force. When you learn to quiet your mind, you will hear them speaking to you.

Yoda: Careful you must be when sensing the future Anakin. The fear of loss is a path to the dark side. Anakin Skywalker: I won’t let these visions come true, Master Yoda. Yoda: Death is a natural part of life. Rejoice for those around you who transform into the Force. Mourn them do not. Miss them do not. Attachment leads to jealousy. The shadow of greed that is. Anakin Skywalker: What must I do, Master Yoda? Yoda: Train yourself to let go... of everything you fear to lose.

The way of the Jedi is to not fear: Yoda: Afraid to lose her I think, hmm? Anakin Skywalker: What has that got to do with anything? Yoda: Everything! Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering. I sense much fear in you.

Star Wars is popular because deep down we want to believe that we are Jedi Knights; but many of us live our lives in misguided pursuits of possessions, power, and security that has the dark side whispering in our ears. It promises a different lie to each of us: For Darth Vader it was this lie: Anakin Skywalker: I will do whatever you ask. Just help me save Padme’s life. I can’t live without her. If she dies, I don’t know what I will do. Darth Sidious: To cheat death is a power only one has achieved through centuries of the study of the Force. But if we work together, I know we can discover the secret to eternal life Anakin Skywalker: I pledge myself to your teachings. To the ways of the Sith.

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The way of the Jedi is compassion: Anakin Skywalker: Attachment is forbidden. Possession is forbidden. Compassion, which I would define as unconditional love, is essential to a Jedi’s life. So you might say, that we are encouraged to love. The way of the Jedi is to accept mystery: Obi Wan Kenobi: Only a Sith speaks in absolutes. In the end evil does not (will not) win, but our biggest battles are whether or not we are tempted to the dark side at the times when the empire looks so strong. May the Force be with you.

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...By Design...

by Tj Wood

Ralph Miller decided to open the window knowing it was better to leave on your own terms than it was to have your God given rights taken away. There had been so many changes happening in Haddenton over the years that these changes seemed unreal and downright unethical. So many of his friends, he heard, were sent out of town and came back a detailed version of themselves. Dey changed and come back ain’t knowin’ any of us, Ralphie! He did not think much of these stories and passed them off as getting well or seeing the greater good in life. After a night of heavy drinking and getting loose, Ralph shambled unevenly and heavy-footed near the town square and howled at the moon. There was no home for him to go to and no one to tell him otherwise. He laid down on a bench and turned his sloshed brain to the side where he saw a shadowy figure standing motionless. “Hey,” Ralph said, turning to right himself up and finished, “Smoke?” No response. He stood up, balanced himself, and wobbled toward the stranger. He chuckled a drunken hiccup when he realized it was the dignified statue of Jackson H. overlooking the town’s gold panning themed water basin. “Whacha doin, boss?” And tapped the shoulder and proceeded to unzip his pants and urinate. From behind him a voice called out. “Sir, step away and place your hands out to your sides and turn around.” The footsteps, the click-clack of polished police boots, stepped closer. Ralph surprised and unaware of the voice in the shadows went ass over tea kettle into the basin and splashed about in stupefied wonder. “Who dere? Who dat?” He bellowed. “Haddenton Police, Officer Rich Mundey, Night Patrol!” Officer Mundey took hold of the soaked arm of Ralph’s coat and ushered him out of the pool and laid him on the concrete. “Identification?” Mundey demanded. In his drunken state and from his timeworn memories he uttered, “Richard?” and looked. The officer’s face, distorted with shadows, resembled the look of a corpse with its beady robotic eyes. “I’m sorry but I don’t know you and you’re under arrest.” That night happened ten-months ago and things became clearer as the days went on. For public indecency and vandalism, he found himself in the presence of educated people dressed in fitted suits with frameless glasses. They sat across from him and asked questions about his life and suggested how better it would be if he stayed. It was a bit odd at first but over time it became evident that he was being cared for and no longer saw an issue. There was repurpose and reentry, as they put it, if one chose to forget. There wasn’t much for him to return to and found it satisfying to redo his life. Remedial classes were assigned on Mondays and Wednesdays with clockwork therapies applied to the body and mind. Discussion and reflection were on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Everything that he craved from his past life were likened to needless trinkets on a sinking island out in the middle of nowhere. Leave those behind and swim! Now! As for the weekends, well, they were left to the imagination. As far as he knew there were only four days in a week, which wouldn’t be so bad. But when he awoke on those lonely and terrifying nights, gripping his pillow, he could not remember anything to fill the void. He felt burnt and lost in a thick fog as if waking in a room filled with smoke and filth. Looking in the mirror had its impending dread as well. The person in the mirror looked healthier, vibrant, but what was that feeling? Raped? Drugged? Enlightened? A malign chill ran up his spine knowing that the person in the mirror looking back knew what was happening but chose not to tell himself what was going on. Mundey? They gone...Richard Mundey was a friend of… Ain’t knowin’ any of us…and disappeared around that time as well…Ralphie! Sitting on his bed, he glanced up and felt a strange prickling sensation around his heart, making him shiver. He swallowed a dry gulp and cleared his throat. His suspicion turned to horror and glanced over his shoulder at the bolted door, locked. It was considerate of them to offer to help but not like this. A thought occurred to him, of which was peculiar, about a moth he heard who fell victim to a fat dimpled spider. Ralph Miller decided to open the window knowing it was better to leave on your own terms than it was to have your God given rights taken away.

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“Chain to Life” by Daniel T. Garcia

Semore the snail eating his kale thinks to himself, “This Kale is quite stale.” Along comes slippery snake and says, “I fancy some cake.” All the while swims Boris the crocodile, “I’d like to eat some slippery ‘steak’. ”

“SNOWMAN” by Tim Yazzie There once was a snowman named Scott. He didn’t do well when hot He was having some fun When out came the sun And now our friend Scott is not.

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By Ken Biornstad Does the sun rise late Is the light not bright I in dark awake covers pulled over my ears moon shadows say it’s night while clouds mute dawn fog indistinct sunset make.

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Logging on now tap-pity-tap: Hello my dear Lioness Katt, I send myself to you and take my place, As fast as a laser through cyber space, Circuits flashing as I ride this beam of light, Instant pleasure you’re in my sight, Sizzling hot to warm your heart, In the comfort zone we’re not apart, Tap-pity-tap click now here I go, Electronic words tell you I love you so, From my thoughts to your screen, From your desire to my dreams, Hyper text marvel gigabyte song, Found in your sweet emoticons, Tap-pity-tap click on my screen I now see, Those lovely words you send back to me, Electronic fireworks go flash-boom-bang, As we do the e-mail thang, My loving thoughts I compose, With a smiley face and a cyber rose, Sitting there in the wee morning hours, In front of my Pentium tower, A controlled explosion of happiness, The fulfillment of a life-long quest, Logging off now we’ll soon be back, TTYL, Tap-pity-tap, tap…

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A Future Date! short story by Jacob Morgan My girlfriend is the daughter of a prominent leader. I, an outcast from the underground, was about to take her to a movie; the first movie seen by anyone around here in fifteen years. Since the war, our remaining population has divided into three basic groups; Science, Religion, and Mystics. They call us “Mystics” because it doesn’t mean anything anyone can understand, just like the word mystery. The Mystics are neither protected or annihilated in the waning world. You never know when you might need an invention or discovery, stolen from some poor Mystic who committed suicide by shooting himself in the head twice just before he went public with free energy. In case you’re from Religion, I’m being sarcastic. Back to my girlfriend. In spite of being raised by Science, Blue’s more observant than anyone in her circle of friends. It’s only a matter of time before she’ll be ostracized and lose her station. When that happens, I’ll be there to lead her through the door to the free world. Lost in my thoughts, I nearly misstepped and fell into a crevice as I jogged through the back-streets of Gallup on the way to her house. I was going to take her to a movie. She didn’t believe me. No one under the age of 18 could remember movies. I’d seen four. My heart raced in anticipation. Blue was going to love this. She was waiting for me at the corner. I caught my breath. They say the sky used to be the color of her eyes. I can’t imagine that much blue. She turned and saw me, long black hair swirling around her back like fluid shadow. “Hey, Beautiful.” I reached for her hand and she smiled, a little shy at the new familiarity of our relationship. I knew her better than she knew me. I’d been watching her for a long time, waiting for her to grow up. “Where are we going?” she asked as we turned to walk back toward the old downtown. “To the El Morro.” I told her, for the fourth time since I’d suggested a movie. She looked at me searchingly, trying to guess what I was planning. I grinned at her. “I’m not lying,” I said. “I know. But sometimes. . . what you say means something to you that it doesn’t mean to anyone else.” “Like?” “Like when you said your sister had a baby,” Blue explained, smiling apologetically to soften her criticism. “She did have a baby,” “But that’s not how that expression is used anymore,” Blue protested, “ - because no one has babies now.” “How else would I say it? My sister physically constructed a human offspring within herself?” “Are we really going to see a movie?” Belief began to dawn in her eyes. “Come inside and find out.” We had reached the front door of the theater. The doors were long gone, and without lights, the dark opening seemed dangerous and forbidding. Six months ago I had established the theater as my turf, and was confident there would be no danger hiding in the shadows. That side of my life was still a mystery to Blue, and would need to remain such for a long time to come. I paused by a closet near the front door and reached around the corner and into the dark shadow for a box I had left there. “What’s that?” Blue asked. “Popcorn,” I said, feeling a surge of adrenaline again. This was more fun than I’d had in a long time. “Popcorn!” she echoed. “For real? Where did you get it?”

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I held her arm as we walked deeper into the darkness and into one of the viewing halls. Our voices became hushed for no reason. I laughed quietly as I handed her the popcorn box. “I grew it. You know I farm out south of town. Here... in the middle of the seating, it’s the best spot. Besides, there are two chairs side by side that still have decent cushions down this row.” “I can’t see anything,” Blue commented and held onto my arm a little tighter. “I have to go turn on the movie. I’ll be right back. Okay?” She hesitated, and I knew she was nervous. She didn’t know how safe she was, and I couldn’t tell her how or why. I waited. “Okay. Just hurry, please.” She let go of me reluctantly and felt her way down the row of seats. I ran back up the incline and up the stairs that led to the camera room. The cameras that had once been in service had been gone for years, pillaged by early looters. The projector that stood here now was a piece of patched up electronics that I’d built myself, using parts of crap I’d found left behind in various houses and stores that hadn’t burned. I looked through the broken glass window and called down to Blue. “Hey, I’m up here. . . just a minute.” The miracle of watching a movie was in the electricity. For fifteen years we’d been living in the dark. There were a few people that had rigged up old solar panels here and there, but nothing with the power to play a theater movie. As for me, my miracles are the kind the Mystics are known for: Mystics like Riechenbach, Stubblefield, Tesla, and Bedini. I plugged my projector into a cord that ran to a battery bank charged by a ground generator inserted among the roots of the trees some mayor in history had planted downtown. It looked like magic, that’s for sure. But it wasn’t. I put in the DVD I’d chosen for this momentous event. Lights flickered on the torn screen below. I turned up the sound as high as

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“EVERYBODY UP AND PUT YOUR HANDS OVER YOUR HEADS!!!” I turned in my seat and saw that a SWAT team of Science proponents had arrived. Cries and protests from the street people who had come inside overpowered the low volume of the movie. “BE ADVISED, TERRORIST ACTIVITIES ARE SUSPECTED IN THIS SECTOR. . . ALL SUSPECTS WILL BE QUESTIONED. DO NOT RESIST AND YOU WILL NOT BE HARMED.” “Blue,” I whispered as I crouched down between the seats. . . “you’ll be okay, just tell them who you are. They’ll take you back to your father.” “What about you?” “I know a way out of here. I’ll be okay,” I assured her. “You can tell them the truth.” “I want to come with you.” “It’s not safe for you to come with me now. But I’ll find you. Okay?” I reached out and squeezed her hand. She was standing, facing the SWAT team, trying not to give me away. A priest from Religion was reading the suspects their rights and making sure no one was killed unfairly. “Blue?” “What?” “I love you.” Her eyes flickered toward me, those sky blue eyes that haunt my dreams. In spite of the fear and tension of the moment, she began to smile. “Come back for me,” she whispered.

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it could go and put on the subtitles too. I still needed to hack the speaker system. Blue hadn’t made a comment and I was in a rush to get back to her and watch her reaction to the movie. I ran down the stairs, but forced myself to walk more slowly back to her side. “Hey,” I said. “It’s really a movie. How did you do it?” The light of the screen reflected in the vivid blue of her eyes as she laughed aloud in wonder. “I grew it with the popcorn.” I said, as I sat down next to her. I rubbed my palms together rapidly with excitement. She was pleased, and I could tell. “While the Music Lasts?” Blue asked as the title came onto the screen. “Was that a big movie?” “One of the biggest,” I said, having no idea. The way I figured, it’s one of the four biggest movies playing now anyway. “Oh!” Blue whispered so quietly I could hardly hear her. To my surprise I saw tears sliding down her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she said, wiping her eyes. “I’m just so surprised.” My racing heart started hurting now. Had I made a mistake? Why was she crying? She turned and looked at me, and laughed through her tears. “Don’t worry. It’s great. It’s really wonderful, and amazing.” “Yeah?” I reached out to wipe a tear from her cheek and gently held her face in my hand. “Yeah. For real.” Then she leaned forward and kissed me. In that moment I could have powered the movie myself if I’d been holding the wires. This was validation in the purest form: to create something for someone you love, and see them enjoy it. Now I knew what “powers God.” Blue leaned against me and we watched a movie and ate popcorn like people did a generation before. I imagined some other guy and his girlfriend probably sat there, watching this movie a long time ago. “Hey! Hey, can we come in?” I heard a shout from behind us. Two figures stood silhouetted in the hall. I recognized them; they were just a couple of guys that lived in the downtown rubble, doing the best they could with their war injuries. Yeah, come in and see the movie,” I invited \with a wave of my arm. Thanks, man.” They called back and then turned to shout behind them, “We can go in. It’s a movie!” I turned in my seat to see another sixteen people rushing through the door. I laughed. Who could say ‘no’? Blue was completely focused on the movie. It was almost over, right at the climax when the guy rescues the girl he’s been fighting to save from the flesh-eaters, the embrace, the music pouring over you...

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he freight road branches off the El Camino Real at Belen, crosses the Rio Grande, travels west to Laguna Pueblo, passes through the village of Cubero and then to Zuni; along this road, Dan Dubois, traveling from west to east led a caravan of Sol Barth’s freight wagons, carrying a cargo of wool to the Albuquerque market. Late in the day, Dan halts the wagons at El Morro for the night’s rest, soon the wagons are parked, mules are unhitched and set free to graze. The teamsters unpack their bedrolls and the cook and his helper start the cookfire and begin to prepare the evening meal, when the routine of the camp is disturbed by a call from one of the teamsters. “Señor Dan there is a wagon and some riders approaching.” At this call, Dan Dubois rose from his resting place and walked out from the wagon-park to greet and take a closer look at the visitors. The hospitality of the trail demanded a friendly greeting an offer of coffee and rest, but caution need always be observed. Dan knew that at various times freight caravans have been set upon by bandits. “Hello in the camp,” said Don Pitacio as he walked into view, “ I am traveling to Cubero with a small party and would like to camp with your caravan this evening. Don Pitacio’s party was made up of the Don himself, a coachman, two out-riders, and three Indian females. Dan was sure that the three women were slaves. Dan hated slavery. Although he was raised on a plantation in

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Louisiana, Dan felt that slavery was wrong. He disliked the fact that even after the late war, slavery remained in New Mexico. But Dan did not want to offend a guest by airing his views on so sensitive a subject and welcomed Don Pitacio and his party into camp for the night. “My men and I will enjoy your company,” said Dan. “ Please have your friends join us and share our meal.” Don Pitacio and the three male members of his party entered the camp and soon made themselves at home. The three women unhitched the team and led all the horses to the little pond of water at the foot of El Morro. Once the livestock were cared for, they too joined the circle of wagoners. However, they were shy and did not speak. Dan was hoping to find out from their speech if they were Navajo or Apache. But because the women were silent, he was unable to determine where they were from. Pitacio and his party joined Dan’s teamsters at supper and all ate a hearty meal and enjoyed each others company. The women, however, did not speak and kept silent. The next morning the two parties set out as one. Dan’s wagons led the way followed by Pitacio’s coach and riders. The women walked along behind the coach, each carrying a heavy bundle slung over their backs. Every once in a while Dan would glance back at the women to see how they were doing. He noticed that they were beginning to tire from their burdens, but were not given anytime to rest. When noon came, Dan made it his business to visit the rest camp of Don Pitacio, as he approached the camp, Dan heard Pitacio yelling insults at one of the women as she was preparing the meal. “Welcome Señor Dan,” said Pitacio’s coachman upon seeing Dan enter the camp. At this interruption, Pitacio stopped chastising the woman and turned to Dan. “ Please join us for a coffee and some lunch,” said Pitacio as he turned away from the woman. She, seeing a chance to escape Pitacio’s curses, quickly walked away. The lunch went well and Pitacio did not bother the woman while Dan was in the camp. The trail day came to an end just before sunset. The travelers prepared for the night’s rest. Don Pitacio’s party did not camp with Dan that night, but were within ear shot. The evening wore on, Dan, sitting on a barrel, was enjoying a pipe when he heard a woman scream. Dan in anger rose and threw his pipe down. “Let’s go hang that son of a bitch!” Dan shouted to his men. The wagoners were on their feet in a flash. One of them, thinking ahead, took a coil of rope from one of the wagons. Dan and his men enter the camp just as Don Pitacio began kicking one of the women as the other two huddled in terror near the cook-fire. Dan charged Pitacio and knocked him back with one blow. Pitacio hit the ground hard and when he tried to rise, Dan kicked him forcefully enough to let him know he should not get up again. Two of Dan’s teamsters grabbed Pitacio by his arms and dragged him to a large pinion tree near the camp. Other members of Dan’s party had thrown a rope over a tree branch and set up a barrel under the loop in the rope. During all this Don Pitacio’s men made no effort to come to his aid. Dan himself stood Pitacio on the barrel and placed a noose around his neck. Dan could see the fear in Pitacio’s eyes as the poor man tried to gain his balance on the makeshift gibbet. “You son of a bitch,” said Dan. “I am going to give you a chance to mend your ungentlemanly ways. You may stand on this barrel all night and think about how poorly you have treated these women. I will check on you in the morning and if you are not swinging, I will make up my mind what to do with you.” Dan laughed as he bid Don Pitacio a good night. The sky that morning was clear and the weather cool, Dan drank his morning coffee before he walked the short distance to Don Pitacio’s camp. As Dan entered the camp one of the Indian women stood up and smiled at him. Dan walked on to find Don Pitacio still standing on the barrel.

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“I see you had a restful night my friend and I hope you had plenty of time to think,” said Dan as he removed the noose from Pitacio’s neck. Pitacio looked Dan in the eye, but did not say a word as he turned and walked back to his camp. Once both parties were on the trail, Dan noticed a marked change in Don Pitacio’s behavior. The women, while they were still walking behind Pitacio’s coach, were no longer carrying the heavy bundles. These burdens were now tied on the top of the coach. At the end of the day, all was quiet in both camps. The afternoon of the next day was uncomfortably hot. To the surprise of all, Dan saw Pitacio’s coach stop and the Don himself get out and with much grace asked the women to ride. Pitacio himself sat next to the coachman as the caravan made its way into the evening. The next few days went along quietly and Don Pitacio treated the Indian women with courtesy. At the village of Cubero the two groups parted ways. Before going on to Albuquerque, Dan made a point of telling Pitacio that if he ever abused a woman again, that he, Dan Dubois, would find him and hang him for sure.

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Pepito and the Christmas Surprise short story by Micah Cabrera

As the night air drew cold and dark, Pepito was finishing up his nightly chores in the barn. His donkey Cito was nibbling on some carrots and turnips while Pepito raked some fresh hay into his stall. Mama Tina stood at the counter in her kitchen flipping and grilling tortillas for supper. She often used the old wood stove that Grandpa Juan had built a few winters ago. It was one of many projects that kept him busy when he wasn’t helping out Mama Tina and their daughters in the tamale shop, a business they had begun when Pepito was just eight years old. He was 13 now, and was in charge of all the tamale deliveries around the north side of Gallup. Grandpa Juan was in the bedroom, and had just finished repairing an old wooden rocking chair that always sat next to their bed. “Tina”, he shouted, “What’s for supper tonight?” Without stopping her flipping she replied, “I thought it would be nice to make Pepito’s favorite green chile stew with some pork meat that Vera brought over yesterday. If you’re finished with the chair, can you go out to the barn and tell Pepito suppers ready?” A light snow was beginning to fall when Pepito and Grandpa Juan returned from the barn. “Go ahead and sit down you two, the chile is ready.” Pepito went to the cupboard and got three bowls and some spoons, while mama Tina brought over the chile in an old copper pot in one hand, and some hot flour tortillas wrapped in a cotton cloth in the other. Grandpa Juan said the evening prayer, “Dear Lord, thank you for all your blessings, especially this time of year. May you instill the gift of giving to the less fortunate this year. We have so much, and they so little. In your name we pray. Amen.” As Little Pepito drove the tamale wagon down Lincoln St., with donkey Cito leading the way, his thoughts were of his Grandpa’s prayer the night before. The last couple of months Pepito had been down at the hardware store in town looking at the tool boxes in the window. He hadn’t started to hint to his Grandparents about his Christmas wish just yet, but now it was the furthest thing from his mind. His Grandpa’s words had left an impression. Finally

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without even thinking about it, Pepito made a left on 3rd Street and drove the wagon to a building just beyond the railroad tracks on Old Hwy 66. It was a large brown adobe building that was used to house the homeless people coming in from the nearby Navajo Indian reservation. He went inside and looked around to find someone who worked there. Before he could find anyone, a few men came out from an area in the back, where a lot of small beds were lined up and down the room. “This is Mr. Evans”, he’s the onsite director,” one of the men said. Mr. Evans was a tall man with a flowing white beard. Pepito almost chuckled at his resemblance to Santa Claus. “Yes young man, what can I do for you?” Pepito wasn’t expecting the gentleness of his voice, being such a large man. He replied, “Well sir, my name is Pepito Cabrera and I deliver tamales for my Grandparents, Tina and Juan Cabrera. I was wondering if you folks take donations of food. My family makes more than enough tamales this time of year, and would be happy to supply you with 10 dozen or so per week, through the holiday season.” Mr Evans gently stroked his beard and said with a big smile, “Pepito my friend, you are the answer to my prayers, you see, my main supplier just pulled out because of a three month shut down, and I was down to my last straw on making arrangements for the Christmas season. “Bless you my Son, Bless you and your family for your generosity!” Pepito walked into the house after he left Mr. Evans and told his Grandparents what had transpired in town. Pepito’s unselfishness brought Mama Tina to tears, as Grandpa Juan said to Pepito, “My little Pepito, you are surely a man of all men, and are destined to do great things in your life.” The feeling inside Pepito was extremely satisfying, something he couldn’t exactly explain, but whatever it was, the whole family caught the fever for that Christmas, and many more to come.

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Carnival Jukebox by Dylan Soloman It was a stone throw age ago... Of lollipops and sweethearts’ tango. So it was...our birth rights’ only gold... Is now and ever shall be The memoirs cluttered in the dusty bookshelves of our minds can only be Over and over this solemn, spiritual movie. I drift upon the sea, bathed in young dreams As the moon high above radiates its’ beams I look forward to the horizon and what it brings. Think of thinking and its’ changes... Till all is seen and spilled on paper So as to free our spirits from our cages.

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Oreo’s & Bikes

nonfiction short story by David Van Drunen

My brother Chuck and I grew up in the land of Lincoln (Illinois) and bikes represented our freedom card. Whether it was riding down to the banks of the Kankakee river, putting our baseball cards in the spokes, or doing dingdong-ditch at night and escaping via bike...pedaling two wheels was our tool for adventure. Our dad was a small town dentist, health nut, and nutrition fanatic. Because of his dietary convictions there was not so much as a trace of sugar in the household. Our childhood endured daily rations of wheat grass, carrot juice, cod liver oil, and alfalfa sprouts. Instead of ice cream we had apple juice popsicles; instead of fruit loops we got a few drops of maple syrup on our steamed buckwheat; instead of Little Debbie Nutty Bars we got sesame-bran-yogurt infused muffins, instead of. . .etc. . . Yet despite our sugar-famine we were educated on what we were missing. Small doses of seasonal sucrose seemed to be the primary function of grandparents and specifically, Aunt Betsy’s Christmas time treats. But our biggest tempter of sweet goods was our next door neighbor, John. A boy about our age, John seemed to have a virtual Willy Wonka factory hidden in his house: Atomic popsicles, Ho Ho’s, Twinkies, Oreos, jawbreakers, pushups, chocolate, etc . . . We massively coveted the sugary sinful treats, but our desires were perpetually met with John’s denial to share. In 1979 we finally hit a breaking point at eight and five years old. John came out with a pack of Oreos riding his BMX bike. John, true to kid form, continued as the narcissistic hoarder of all sweet treats, and then would tease and torment us: “Want some???. . . . Up yours!” he would chide. . . “HA HA HA--!” Dejected my brother and I retreated, looked in the fridge at home to find more fiber than calories, and like desperate crack addicts we seemed to have hit rock bottom. As the older brother I made a plan. After a brief recon, we realized a package of double stuff Oreos was in the kitchen of John’s house. My little brother was starting to get the shakes ---saliva was forming around his pink lips on the hot summer day in July. “Chuck, YOU NEED TO GET THOSE OREOS!!!!” I told him. “Okay!” he said. “I will be the lookout, you grab them.” I waved him on, enjoying the gullibility of a 5 year old, and planning this special operation. Chuck went in the open garage, into the open door that led to the kitchen where the Oreos were sitting on the counter. He grabbed them and turned around. He was caught red handed by John’s 18 year old sister. She subsequently tried to shut the garage door, with the intention of trapping the Oreo thief. “Hurry!!! RUN!!!!,” I yelled. The garage door was closing fast and, like Indiana Jones, Chuck ran full tilt, skidded and slid under the almost closed garage door nearly trapping his adrenaline filled melon head. Blood dripped from his knee caps as we mounted our bikes and

sped off to our secret fort near the railroad tracks. We ate double stuff Oreos until they were gone. Nauseated by more sugar in 10 minutes than our pancreas usually sees in 10 months, we staggered home. Mom was already wise to what happened, and with scolds and threats we immediately went to the store with our lawnmower money and were forced to purchase 2 packages of Oreos and made the death march to John’s front door and rang the door bell. “Here’s your cookies, we’re sorry.” John’s sister grabbed the cookies and slammed the door in our faces.

Case closed, lesson learned: Thou shalt not steal, not even from Oreo hoarders. Fast forward the derailleur of life six years. In 1985 our father did the unthinkable. He took us to the local bike shop in Momence, IL. Unprovoked he decided to buy new bikes for us, yes us, the Oreo cookie desperados. It pretty much went against everything he stood for: “You must work to eat.” “If you want something, save your money.” The Dutch, conservative leader dad broke down, no, he threw down MMA /UFC style! He was letting us pick a bike --and it was not a special day, no birthday, no Christmas, just a Tuesday in May? “Boys pick a bike you like.” I looked at brother Chuck, in massive disbelief. We actually thought it might be a joke, a trick, a scam. Was dad sane? Did he lose his brain? Did he sniff too much mercury from fillings? Was he at the end of his time? No it had to be the nitrous from the dental office, or maybe it was the alfalfa sprouts and barley green that destroyed his sense of finance.

“Blood dripped from his knee caps as we mounted our bikes and sped off to our secret fort near the railroad tracks.”

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Within seconds we were captivated by these new weird bikes that looked like an adult bmx bike, only with gears. Paul who worked at the shop briefly told the merits of these new mountain bikes. He described the ability to go farther, and to go faster with the gears. He briefly told us of a recent backwoods adventure in the Shawnee National Forest. Done. Book it. This new mountain bike was what we wanted, and dad was springing. The bike I selected was a used $250.00 Ross Mt. Hood. In 1985 this was state of the art for mountain bikes. Chuck opted for the brand new Ross Mt. McKinley at $239.00 It was a very sexy black with gold rims. These were and still are the best spontaneous gifts we ever received. To this day Chuck and I still ponder why Dad was so gracious? What possessed him to do the ultimate act of fatherly love and kindness so spontaneously? We don’t have answers, but we both agree it was the coolest thing, and the best gift we ever received. We rode those bikes through gravel, ditches, woods; shoot, I even rode across the Kankakee River on a double dare with 2-3 ft foot of water and a strong current. Clink, clank, & snap forward the derailleur of life to 1998. Our father had gotten ill with pancreatic cancer, it went fast-- he passed away in less than six months. I was there at his last breath on this earth--listened to the last word he spoke. The man who pushed us in the direction of our passion for mountain biking never owned a mountain bike. He biked 120 days a year on an old brown dilapidated “Western Auto” single speed bike to his dental office. Dad was an advocate of simplicity and function, but yet he still managed to inspire his sons to love biking. Clink, clink, clink, the derailleur of life up shifts. Year 2000. Chuck is living in Gallup, New Mexico. I’m about to get married. Chuck calls for an out-west bachelor party/mountain bike ride before I get hitched. No problem, so we ride in Gallup, and I get into a strange argument with our buddy Andy. We debated about who would win in a fight: A bobcat or a black bear? Andy swore the bobcat would destroy the black bear because it was fast, fierce, and unrelentless. On the other hand I defended the black bear, the strength, size, and the core “mass of the ass” quotient made it the obvious winner. To this day we are now nicknamed “Bobcat” and “Black Bear.” On the trip, we got lost in the Needles section of the Canyonlands. All four of us were almost completely dehydrated, with bone dry-camelbacks. Finally at 1am of February 16--my brother Chuck, (a.k.a. the Yeti) uses a Bic

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lighter and IDs our tire tracks in the sand arroyo basin that led us to an adjacent jeep trail. Our four man group got out alive and proceeded to binge at the Cortez Denny’s with two pies and four pitchers of water. Edward Abbey in his book “Desert Solataire” was right: the desert doesn’t play games. Clink Clink, Clink, the derailleur of life shifts again. In 2006 we raced as a team at the 24 hours of Moab, a mountain bike race with over 2000 riders. Our five man team placed 5th. The whole race got jacked up with huge amounts of rain, and Chuck claimed he nearly lost his bike in a flash-flooded arroyo crossing. The event eventually got postponed, but we didn’t care, it was just another adventure on the bikes. Clink, clink, clink, the derailleur shifts again to 2015. This time for my 7th visit to Moab, Utah, where we rode the Whole Enchilada. Man what a trail! For an Illinois flatlander it was a heinous ride. The hedonist call of downhill single track love coaxed me up the beginning laborious climb of the La Sal mountains. I was trying desperately to keep up with 12 guys ahead in our group. My heart was pounding out my toes, it was obvious I had not acclimated to the elevation at 8000 plus feet. The group had reached the summit, while I stopped below and puked consecutively four times. Pushing the bike up the last two switchbacks, the dogs in our group lied and said we had six more switchbacks. They grinned as we eased into the amazing descent, 15 miles later I picked a wrong line and went off a 4 ft. cliff/ledge and landed on my head. I was fine, but that night around the fire, local legend Dr. Tempest asked if the helmet was okay. I checked. Sure enough it had lots of cracks. The South African pilot in our group calmly took the helmet and smashed an axe into it, shattering the helmet. He was proud, like he did me a favor. “That helmet could have lasted 10-15 years more in Illinois,” I retorted! On this same trip we screamed through Phil’s World in Cortez, Colorado, as well as up to Fruita , Colorado, and jammed through zip-pity-do-da. These trails were as delightful as any Oreo Doublestuff. As of today, some of the best times in my life have been on two wheels. The bike can teach you to persevere and to move forward in the obstacles of life. It can show you some beautiful areas, and, with the right company, there can be incredible fellowship. I hope that I can surprise my two boys someday like my dad did to me and teach them the love of riding two wheels... and I may even splurge for a package of Oreos.

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Saloon to Sandwiches: Dynamic Signs workers carefully remove this sign that will be redemptively used in the new downtown bakery and coffeeshop: Silver Stallion Coffee & Bread. The new venue can be found in the Downtown Walkway behind Makeshift Gallery and the El Morro Theatre: 213 B West Coal Ave.

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hree years back, I met Josh Kanter in Gallup at the Community Supported Agriculture (CSA) Saturday morning vegetable pick-up. He was a positive presence and obviously excited about hands-on food growing and the community surrounding it. Josh moved to Gallup from the east coast to build school gardens with the AmeriCorps program, FoodCorps. He helped educate students with the use of school gardens about “what healthy food is, how it grows, and where it comes from.” With the help of Karl Lohmann, Josh soon found himself selling baked goods at the weekend Gallup Farmer’s Market. This interest led him to pursue an advanced education at the International Culinary Center in NYC. He then returned to Gallup and started what many of you know as Crumby Bread Co. I recall heading up to the north side of town to Fratelli’s where Josh was baking and selling on Saturday mornings. I told Josh that his bread was one of my favorite things about Gallup; I suppose that’s why I am here writing this today. Fresh bread is awesome, and his fresh bread is really awesome. Unfortunately, the logistics to retrieve bread on Saturday mornings, the all-night bakes, and the constraints of working out of another business’s kitchen was proving to be too cumbersome. A long-term solution needed to be had. Over the course of the past year Josh has purchased professional baking equipment. Not the least of which is a 3-deck oven from Germany, that allows him to triple his efficiency and increase the quality of his bread. With the help of Corvus Coffee Roasters out of Denver, CO, we have acquired and have been trained on a La Marzocco “Linea” espresso machine that is now online in our shop. Some of you may have also noticed, on the east side of town the Silver Stallion Saloon sign has gone missing. We have purchased this sign from GallupArts and it should help you find our new establishment smack dab in the middle of downtown. We are located just west of the El Morro Theatre at 213 B West Coal Avenue. Just take the walkway that connects Coal and Aztec, and look for the open courtyard with south-facing doors. This is now the home of Silver Stallion Coffee & Bread. What once was an old warehouse and art studio, is now a hangout where friends can enjoy craft baking, meal provisions, and the art of espresso and pour-over coffees. Starting this month we are hoping to have a Grand Opening on Saturday, January 9, for ArtsCrawl. Once rolling, Silver Stallion Coffee & Bread will be open Tuesday-Saturday 630AM-600PM offering daily fresh bread, bagels and pastries. Breakfast and lunch menus will be served using organic and responsibly resourced ingredients whenever possible. The espresso, drip, and pour-over coffees will be provided by Corvus, a small batch specialty roaster that has direct trade connections with privately owned coffee farmers in Central, South America, and Africa.

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Rose Aguayo Who was full of life. She smiles at everyone young & old From all walks of life. I remember my mother’s Beautiful voice and hot tortillas We laugh and pray for the Wonderful day for We would all pray and play On earth in our Glory Amen by Mary-Ann Martino

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THE ART OF QUILTING by Sandra McKinney

The art of hand quilting is slowly leaving us as we lose our oldest generation. For several years now, quilting has been taken over by the electronic world as machine quilting became quicker and more popular. But we do still have a few ladies in Gallup who enjoy the work and fellowship of hand quilting. Gallup once had a large contingent of ladies who belonged to the McKinley County Quilters Guild. Beth Chiapetti was an original member of the Quilters Guild. They first met at the Methodist Church, moved to the Gallup Public Library and then to a room at Mountain Bell (now Century Link) which was vacated when the telephone system no longer needed operators. They received a permanent home when Mayor Eddy Munoz and Parks and Recreation Director, Joe Vargas provided them a room at the old Armory Building; which we now call the Larry Brian Mitchell Recreation Center. Beth’s father-in-law Pete Chiapetti, Sr. built legs for the wooden quilting racks that are still in use today. The room was just recently remodeled with new paint and brighter lights. The ladies would meet weekly to hand stitch the quilts, plus visit and catch up. In order to make the work move faster, there would be a ring of women around one quilt, each stitching a section. Beth Chiapetti has been quilting for 52 years, learning the art from her grandmother Ida Wood and her mother Loyce Sage. Ida Wood was a homesteader in Quemado, New Mexico in the early 1900’s. Quilting back then was a necessity for warmth during the cold winter months. Pretty colors and fancy designs were not the norm; any material scraps that could be collected from old clothing, flour sacks, dress-making, etc., would be added to a quilt. All those scraps were sewn together by hand and then the quilt would also be stitched by hand to tie the layers together. Many times when a quilt would become worn and torn, a new top was added over the old fabric, making another layer of warmth. Beth’s quilting room is a quilter’s dream! She has passed on the art to a fourth generation, as her daughter Kim Butkovich now participates in quilting, too. Initially, Kim did not think she wanted to learn the craft, but she said, “Dad made me feel guilty that I wasn’t carrying on the quilting tradition, so I started learning and I now love the craft!” They showed me shelves with many binders full of quilt patterns, books of designs and lessons, fabric that overflows to an outside storage unit and the equipment: a large quilter’s loom, the drafting table with selfhealing cutting board, and special rulers, the sewing machine, and a very unique piecing-board. Most piecing boards are made of cork, but this board is one-inch thick Styrofoam which is normally used for house insulation. This board is about 6’ x 6’ and Beth pins up her sewn pieces on the board as sections are finished, showing how the lay-out of the quilt is progressing. New technology has even replaced the basic scissors. They use an Olfa Cutter that is similar to a pizza cutter, but with a much sharper roller blade which you simply roll against the fabric to cut the pieces. Technology!! They shared a story about a man who visited the old Armory and was so impressed that there were special needs women participating in

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JANUARY Beginnings and Transitions January is depicted by a person with two faces…one looks forward and one looks back. It often symbolizes changes, challenges or crisis in life which simultaneously symbolize an ending and a beginning: death and birth; leaving and starting a job; leaving home and getting married; losing a comrade in war and having to press on without grieving; moving from where you sell a home to a location where you buy a house to make a home; a promotion where you leave friends in order to advance for your family. The list is endless. It’s a time when we look back and look forward at the same time. January was so named after the Roman god Janus as the time of official appointments to office. It was the end of certain leaders and the beginning for new ones. It was also named as the end of the old year and the beginning of the New Year. Beginnings and Transitions. Doors and Gateways. We are all touched this time of year by this feeling of endings and beginnings. It causes one to reflect: less for small things and more for big things! I pause to reflect on the pain my friend Jack is feeling. He is 75 years old. This past year he watched his son, in his early 50’s, die. “It isn’t right,” he says, “for a parent to watch their child die.” And I think of the families who lost a father, mother, brother, sister or child. We have lost many unsung Heroes right here in Gallup in 2015. Besides the legend of Janus in Roman times, what ties the past and the future into the present? What ties life and death together in order to make life more meaningful? We grieve at our loss of loved ones…then our minds take us to the many happy times they had, who they gave themselves to, who they shared with and to their laughs of happiness while sharing time with others, which will echo through the ages past the reach of death. So what is it that ties dying with life that makes going on bearable? A word to denote co-suffering with other individuals is compassion, an understanding combined with sympathy. This is the sentiment, when expressed through action, which adds meaning to life beyond suffering, pain and death. Of the gentle souls who we lose early in life or the Servant Leaders who lived in service to others, we must seek to extend a kindness to others after their death just as they did in life. By our so doing, they live on! We need to understand the words of Trish Padilla of Albuquerque, who helped locate a nurse after 40 years who had cared for a young girl mauled by a pit bull. The girl, now a woman, had been looking for the nurse ever since. Trish read the story in the paper and found her. Trish then said, “We are all connected in some way to one another, our words like threads between us. They move us on in this journey, this life, those words and these people showing up when we need them.” But it takes wisdom to know that. The world shouts back, “You don’t know my pain. You need to be sensitive in your comments.” But then one doesn’t always know another’s pain. One doesn’t know I lost my dad at 19. Nor do they know my grandmother lost two boys, my father’s brothers, one age seven and one age 17 who was accidentally stabbed by mistaken identity. An entire family of sons lost within one generation. The truth is we seldom know the depth of another’s pain. But this article is about how to persevere. No one suffered more than Christ, but His compassion for us allowed him to carry the cross and die on it. He showed us how to go on. So this January we look back and look forward. We ask where we want to be in the future. How do we use the pain of the past to lead us forward? When we are ready, we must bring the depth of our compassion, our understanding of what others are going through, and reach out to those needing help. As they draw on our energy to begin their healing, we will feel our own healing taking place. All great leaders came from their pain to help others. And we must somehow do likewise…it is the cycle of life. -David Conejo/Palacio

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he dictionary definition of coincidence is “a remarkable concurrence of events with no apparent causal connection.” Carl Jung, the father of analytical psychology carried this idea a step further. He felt that because there was no “causality” that didn’t mean that a “remarkable concurrence” did not have meaning or purpose. He called this synchronicity. I like that idea. As I sit writing this, Zuni Shalako has just completed for this year. A couple of weeks ago I came across a photo of two Zuni tribal leaders standing in front of a fake Shalako mask looking very unhappy. I thought they were at the famous Smoki headquarters in Prescott, Arizona. But last week there was a flurry—a flood—of responses to a recent spate of publicity for the La Junta Koshares. Synchronicity. Zuni Governor Conrad Lesarlley had a run-in with this group more than sixty years ago. Conrad had been making beaded cow heads and selling them to the boy scouts in La Junta as tie slides. These boys got hot to “honor” the Zunis and staged a dreadful version of Shalako in 1956. The news quickly reached the Zunis and there was an understandable outcry. Lesarlley wanted to put a stop to the desecration of Zuni religion. Buck Burshears, who founded the Koshare dance group in 1933, sent two train tickets on the Super Chief for Zuni leaders to travel to Colorado and see the dance for themselves. Ironically, Conrad had for years been a Santa Fe Guide— one of four Zunis who rode the Super Chief to explain Southwestern life and lore to tourists. The two men chosen were Oscar Sheka, keeper of sacred masks, and Leo Quetawki, head councilman in charge of law and order. There is no record of why

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the two men agreed to pose in front of the offensive mask, but they did, and it documents the event for us. The old photo shows two frowning Zunis in front of an absolutely ridiculous Shalako costume—I’m told the term for real Indian dance dress is “regalia”, not costume. The La Junta Shalako has only one horn, only a straggly eagle feather fan on the head, no feather ruff around the neck, a beak that doesn’t move—almost no correct detail at all. The story goes that the La Junta group promised not to do the dance again, ever, and they gave the masks to the Zunis to dispose of. This created an atmosphere of “love and respect” between the Koshares and the Zunis. Like all stories, this one has several threads. According to one version, Oscar Sheyka and Leo Quetawki brought the offensive masks back to Zuni and they were destroyed—or, more likely, they were destroyed on the spot. A more interesting—and farfetched—version claims that the Zunis decided the Koshares were so accurate in their portrayal they should become blood brothers—I just made that part up. In his 1998 book Playing Indian Phillip Deloria (son of Vine Deloria, a critic of Indian/White relations) repeats this story saying the Zunis “decided that the scouts’ precisely copied Shalakos were authentic and real, and they took the masks back to Zuni and built a special kiva for them.” A statement as outrageous as the masks themselves. Then just recently the stinky stuff hit the fan when the La Junta Koshares had dozens of photos posted on social media, as we call it. The pictures were taken a couple of years ago and just now reached a wider public. The reaction to the images was immediate and angry. I was surprised that after 75 years this group of Boy Scouts was still going strong. Their antics should have ended years ago. It seems that the group actually split from the regular Boy Scout movement early on. The photographs made public show these boys dressed as the Rio Grande clowns they are named after, Apache Ghan dancers, the ones that used to be called “Devil Dancers”, buffalo dancers and Zuni harvest dancers, among others. From Google sources it seems that they present their program often and include dances from almost every known Indian tribe. The Koshares have also made a lot of money from their performances. They have built a very impressive museum and performing space in the shape of a Rio Grande Pueblo kiva and a

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large collection of Indian “artifacts.” They did not keep their word to leave Shalako alone. On the walls of their great kiva there is a painted representation of Shalako and the entire Council of the Gods. So much for “honest and trustworthy.” The Smoke-eyes of Prescott, Arizona, had been performing the Shalako for years already, and they went for the full-on version. Six Shalakos, attendants, council of the gods, a Little Fire God and a strange figure with an ostrich feather, a cape and a hand drum. Not telling who he was supposed to be. [The next installment explores the Smoki group and related folk.] There has been a national outcry over sports teams like the Redskins “insulting” Native Americans by their choice of name. Recently I heard a Black announcer who claimed some distant Indian blood, say he was “seriously offended” by the team name. In the Southwest, among traditional tribe members, this issue is a non-starter, of no particular interest or concern. They could hardly care less. But the performing of sacred dances from active religions is another thing altogether. Obviously the Anglo point of view is that Indians have no religion in the white sense of something sacred and holy, which informs all life. I hear the argument that there are millions of Catholics, for example, and only a few thousand Zunis, and Christianity is a true religion and Zunis are pagans. I really have a problem with this kind of thinking. The short version, simply stated, is that the Shalako ceremony has the purpose of keeping the world going, in balance and in harmony. It ensures the very continuance of existence as we know it. Thousands of people sincerely believe this to be true. How can their religion be of no consequence to Anglo Americans? As the photos were plastered all over facebook, one young woman from Santa Clara wrote, in part: “What you are doing by replicating our sacred traditions passed on for generations, is horrendous. In no way does it honor my people. In no way is it ok.” There are pictures of koshares, buffalo dancers, Ghan dancers, Zuni harvest dancers and others. The Apache Ghan dancers are masked, and they are equivalent to Pueblo Katsinas, and they are both sacred and dangerous. The masks worn by the Colorado boys are inaccurate in the extreme, and the ragged mouth hole makes them look more like black versions of the Ku Klux Klan than Apaches. It has been noted that 150 years ago Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show was presenting “war dances” of the Sioux. But these were never intended, certainly not by the Indian performers, as true representations of anything. They were staged for maximum entertainment of the “rubes”. Never think for one minute that the Sioux were doing anything more than mocking their paleface audiences. It is well documented that the Native Americans who performed in Wild West shows were escaping the boredom of enforced placement on reservations, and picking up spending money in the process. They were also well aware that the U. S. Government had prohibited such dances on reservations. There is the story of one Indian who “defected” while touring in Russia

INDIAN WAR DANCE AT THE FAMOUS PENDLETON ROUNDUP because the show he was traveling with announced they were folding their tent for good. This man continued to live and perform in Russia for many years and was buried there. Even Russia was better than life on the reservation. Zunis and Hopis began working these public shows much earlier than most folks think. The infamous Frank Cushing took a group of Zuni dancers to the Santa Fe Tertio-Millenial Celebration in 1883, the same year Bill Cody started his Wild West show. In 1885 Sitting Bull joined the Buffalo Bill troupe at the fabulous salary of $50 a week. There is a photograph taken at the Pendleton Roundup showing an “Indian War Dance” and the performers all have huge grins on their faces. Who was the joke on? But these historic dances are in no way license for Anglos to mock Indian religion. The following is an excerpt from the Sidney, Illinois, webpage giving a brief history of the town. It is so delicious I beg leave to quote it in full, exactly as it appears except for the boldface. In 1949 the Salt Fork Indian Tribe became one of the scout activities. From a very small beginning, the tribe grew until there were twenty-eight boys and twelve or fourteen adults who dressed in Indian costume and did Indian dances. The boys were supervised and trained by “Ike” Reynolds and Walter Kraft. (“Ike’s parents had vacationed in Wisconsin near an Indian Reservation since he was a small child and he knew a lot about their dances.) The costumes were all “home-made”. Several mothers spent many hours sewing and gluing cloth and feathers on the “Indian suits”. (Butzow’s Turkey Farm was a source of supply for feathers that were bleached and dyed to many different colors.) Performing a grotesque version of any Indian sacred ceremony is exactly the same as if I went on stage and performed a burlesque mass, complete with liturgical vestments (or a ridiculous version of such), with holy water and cookies afterwards. No more or less. It is a sacrilege, and no excuses of honest and respectful intentions mean a thing.

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Jane’s Ruse Short Story By: Dylan Solomon

he summer evening had drifted past him taking the last remnants of the day, surrendering its reign to the coming full moon’s silver rays. Vincent found himself ensnared in the middle of a group conversation that he detested instantly. Very good getting yourself stuck here on Yuppie Island, he thought to himself. Looking down at his watch, he had endured 37 minutes of politics, terrorism, coffee shops, health tips, and fuel-efficient vehicles. He mustered every ounce of social grace known to him to keep from picking up his cellphone to answer a fake call and politely bowing out to salvage the rest of his evening. He was undecided on whether to wash Winslow, his German Sheppard, or making the 25 minute drive out to his ranch to “scope” a rifle for his uncle. Since Iraq, he sold his rifle and handgun when he discovered himself holding a 9mm Berretta to his head during one of his nocturnal alcohol-induced vilifications! The epiphany of that episode had him clean up, his sobriety had reached 31 months last week. He looked down to his diet soda still fizzling after the refill and his gaze shifted to his watch again. The luminous dials seemed mockingly deliberate in its gradual movement since his arrival to this soiree, this carnival of pain. At the behest of his sister, he accepted an invite to join this midsummer’s eve party. “Please come Vincent, I implore you” was all she said. He looked over to Douglas, his co-worker, the cigarette ash had grown uncomfortably long for Vincent to endure. Maggie had selected “Sundown” by Gordon Lightfoot on her iphone as she started laughing at Greg’s private joke. The opaque radiance of the coming full moon had illuminated the mountain top to the east as Vincent excused himself to the restroom. She's been lookin' like a queen in a sailor's dream And she don't always say what she really means... Vincent thumbed through his phone alarm to go off in exactly 10 minutes - the fake call. The smell of the soap reminded him of cucumber salad. Winslow it is, he loves the leather seats in the Camaro. Passing the kitchen he could smell the tortillas and knew Maggie had prematurely shifted to another song. Mick Jagger and entourage chimed in with their “Wild Horses”, the loud silence conveyed souls being searched for lost loves of yesteryear. The kissing wine glasses made him realize his hapless circumstance regarding to his sobriety. Childhood living is easy to do... The things you wanted I bought them for you... Vincent stopped and quickly noticed another member had joined the party. She had inconspicuously joined this ensemble and had also taken his seat as well. Her hazelbrown eyes, illuminated by the candle, met his gaze and suddenly Vincent knew at that moment nothing else mattered. Graceless lady you know who I am... The ominous lyrics took him back to that cold street corner near a theater called El Morro, where Abby left him and his bleeding heart. This was before the war touched his soul and after he realized what he wanted in life. That sting of bitter defeat swelled within coupled with this woman’s beauty made his world fall. It was falling...luckless shard by desperate shard. You know I can't let you slide through my hands... Jane’s voice seemed a distant muffle, “Vincent, this is Grace...Grace, my brother Vincent”. Jane’s voice echoed into the wine glass as she said his name. He stood cemented, her soft laugh had leveled him and now her radiant smile came in with a swift blow. He was hers. A woman’s beauty is a weapon, she yields defiantly with calculated recklessness. Vincent could feel an electric vibe when she shook his hand. Their eyes kept gravitating to each other in an eloquent dance as two souls finally found each other again in this lifetime. The alarm was ignored; the songs and hours rushed by as he and Grace became acquainted. The moon was riding high as the small group disbanded and Vincent offered Grace a ride. “I came with my own car...see”, Grace nodded over with a nervous smile. “But I think I trust you enough to accept your offer”. “Where do you want to go?” asked Vincent in gleeful manner. Grace took a step toward him, he met her with a soft kiss. Jane smiled as she pulled the blinds closed.

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Christopher Gonzaga, MD, FACP, was recognized by the New Mexico Chapter of American College of Physicians for his sustained dedication to reducing health disparities in rural western New Mexico. Dr. Gonzaga is a primary care and infectious disease physician at Rehoboth McKinley Christian Health Care ServicesCollege Clinic in Gallup. Dr. Gonzaga moved to Gallup and began practicing in 1997 and immediately committed himself to this rural and underserved community. He has served as a board member to the Cibola Medical Foundation, assisted in fundraising for local schools, coordinated social events among the Four Corners Filipino community, and provided flu shots at local homeless shelters. Recently, he has served in a leadership role in an interdisciplinary effort to reduce homelessness and exposure deaths in Gallup. His scholarly service has included mentoring high school and college students and immigrant healthcare workers, and also numerous presentations to his own hospital and to the community at large. He has also supported mission trips to developing countries. Dr. Gonzaga humbly thanked the NM Chapter for such a prestigious award and added, “I would like to thank the Lord God for giving me the inspiration and being my guide as the Great Physician and the Good Shepherd who looks after the welfare of his people.” “I would like to thank my friends and colleagues who have helped and supported me in all the projects that we have worked on together to make the community of Gallup, NM a better place to live.”

Healthy Parenting/Healthy Kids Program In the State of New Mexico and in McKinley County, more and more children are beginning to show signs of health problems that once used to only affect adults. We are seeing more kids with diabetes, high blood pressure and high cholesterol. With this alarming data, we have seen the need for a program to help families with children who are at risk of obesity. Four years ago, Rehoboth McKinley Christian Health Care Services (RMCHCS) started the Healthy Parenting/Healthy Kids Program for children of all ages up to age 18. The program is supported with a grant from Blue Cross Blue Shield of New Mexico as part of their Healthy Kids, Healthy Families initiative. Daisy Arsenault, a registered dietician, developed the program and now serves as the program coordinator. Her office is in RMCHCS’ College Clinic where she works closely with RMCHCS’ pediatricians who refer their patients to the program. Through this program, Daisy works with parents and their children on ways to support wellness in the home. By just changing some simple habits, parents will be able to see a difference in the overall health of their child. Easy steps, like eliminating the amount of sweetened drinks in the home by switching to water can change a child’s health dramatically. In addition, families need to be spending more time together outside playing, riding bikes or going for hikes together. Increasing snacks and meals with more fresh fruits and vegetables will also improve overall health. The program incorporates the following Five Key Behaviors to support family wellness: *Eating breakfast each day. *Having five fruits and vegetables a day. *Having no more than two hours of screen time per day. *Exercising at least one hour every day. *Decreasing the number of sweetened drinks. Daisy Arsenault has come up with some fun ideas to encourage these Five Key Behaviors. Kids and parents are rewarded for keeping an activity log that tracks how active they are each day. She has also arranged for cooking classes, grocery store tours, as well as group outings such as hikes and runs to help families as they work to make changes to become healthier. A new component of the Healthy Parenting, Healthy Kids program this past year has been to collaborate with RMCHCS’ Physical Therapy Program to introduce kids to a beneficial exercise program, which lays the foundation for an active life. The Healthy Kids, Health Parenting program is open to all children as long as they have a referral from their primary care provider. If you are interested in learning more about the program, contact Daisy Arsenault at 863-1834.

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Local Cornhole Champs Sammy C’s and Naked Mobile present the 2nd Annual Fall League Cornhole Champions: DJ Biava and Brandon Estrada. Registration is open for Sammy C’s Winter Baggin’ and Braggin’ Cornhole League presented by Naked Mobile. League night throughout the season is Thursday night, 6:30pm. Registration will go until the 6th of January. $40 per team of two, plus three alternates. Kickoff begins January 7th, with the traditional Meet & Greet event. Season starts January 14th. Late registration is available to fill slots, if needed. Late fee is $50 per team. Forms are available at Sammy C’s, 107 West Coal, Downtown. For more information, call 505-593-3737.

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87301 Students Gain Work Experience through Internship Program “It was a beautiful mistake.” These were the words Melvin Mariano used to describe how he inadvertently came to be a participant in an internship experience at UNM-Gallup. Melvin needed an extra class to maintain his part-time academic status when he signed up for what he thought was an on-line class. In fact, he had signed up for an internship class that is the result of a collaborative effort between UNM-Gallup and the Gallup Land Partners (GLP). The partnership gives future entrepreneurs the opportunity to not only be involved in the day-to-day workings of area businesses, but also to see the connection between their school work and their career pathways. Melvin spent this semester working with Ramah Care Services and told UNM-Gallup faculty, staff and administrators how he looked forward to going to work every day. “I’m not a people person. It started out slowly, but I felt myself coming out of my shell. All it takes is one ‘spark’ and now I feel like I’m part of the Ramah Care Services family.” In a recent presentation on their experiences, GLP interns talked about what it was like to be immersed in the business world and how the program helped them grow their confidence levels, improve their communication skills and apply the concepts they are learning in the classroom to workforce situations. Corey Holyan worked with Patty Lundstrom and Michael Sage at the Greater Gallup Economic Development Corporation and noted that her internship “was the most amazing experience. It gave me the challenges I was craving. Patty and Mike are so driven and helped me feel more confident about my abilities.” Research done by the Ruffalo Noel Levitz Corporation shows that almost 78% of second year college students want some type of internship or mentorship opportunity that matches their program of study. The UNM-Gallup/GLP internship, which comes with an attached scholarship, provides this opportunity to students while allowing them to earn up to six credit hours in a semester by working 10-20 hours per week with their local business partners. Michelle Eriacho interned with the Digital Media Group and found that her work experience this semester helped her with the critical thinking skills that are not always part of a college curriculum. “I strengthened my time management skills, improved my people skills and learned the importance of understanding client wants and needs.” Renaldo Fowler interned with Gallup Arts and shared that not only did he gain experience by being accountable for his time, he was encouraged by his mentor Carol Sarath to always make school work his most important priority. Chris and Bernard Bond, known as “The Bond Brothers,” spent their semester working with the Gallup Journey on projects. They took this opportunity to collaborate with other interns in the program and Chris noted that part of the learning experienced involved “assembling a team which is something I hadn’t done before.” In true entrepreneurial fashion, Chris and Bernard are getting ready to establish a Limited Liability Corporation to begin their own marketing business. Adam Wilkey, GLP Representative, praised the students and the program by stating “I’m honored to work alongside each student as we learn, improve and succeed. I personally enjoy watching the confidence and ability of the students grow and flourish at the end of each semester. I can’t wait to see what they will accomplish and who they become.” For more information on hosting a business intern, contact Aaron Kowalski (505) 879-9759, or Adam Wilkey (505) 703-4829.

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Church Coffeehouse? “The way the world is right now, we need more love,” Stevie Wonder once said. So come share some love at the Community Coffeehouse on Saturday, January 30, 6:30-9:00 pm. Whether your love is music or poetry, coffee or conversation, you will find something to enjoy at the Community Coffeehouse. Hosted by the Church of the Holy Spirit, this free event includes Open Mic opportunities. The coffeehouse encourages fun, friendship and community engagement. For more info, call Tammy at 505-722-7206.

Lions Club Delivers Backpacks & Food For kids Gallup’s Lions Club went to the Community Food Pantry and packed over 200 backpacks with food that were given to kids to help families during this holiday season. The club raised funds through their rodeo and other events to makes this possible.

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The icy cold kisses my face as I tromp through the fresh snow. And in my toasty house a steaming cup of hot cocoa awaits. by Lily Philips

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ABUELO’s MUSIC

Sign your class up for this great opportunity to learn about Diversity, Disability Awareness, and Character Counts through an exploration of Music and Abuelo

Leo’s Unique Story

Leo Sandoval (Abuelo Leo), who has a significant disability, has met many challenges to follow his interests and find a job he loves. He has turned his love of music into a program he wants to share with children in his community. Sign up for a field trip to the Cultural Center for a morning or afternoon of music fun and meet Abuelo Leo. Celebrate Diversity and Music and follow along by playing one of Abuelo Leo’s many instruments which he has to share with you. This activity is free to all Gallup Elementary school children and affordable novelty children’s Instruments to buy to take home. There will be instruments to use for free.

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Violin Group Lessons Ages 6-9 Saturdays 9am and 3pm Starting January 9th Gallup Cultural Center For more information call 928-245-8968 Angela’s now open 6pm- 9pm mon-fri for dinner.

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The Next Generation A

reasonable average span for one (1) generation is 28 years. The next generation is then born and proceeds. Since the time Christ was born to the present we have had 72 such generations. For approximately 68 of those generations, life was essentially much the same. Then, at the start of the 20th Century the development of autos, planes, radios, televisions, computers, etc..., took over and our world changed. And so did our relationship with God! I do not know what the next 28 years hold, but wouldn’t it be wonderful if this next generation said, “Lord, I will to do your will!”... And then followed up on that pledge? Happy New Year! from our RMCHCS Family to yours. -David Conejo/Palacio

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Gallup Metropolitan Redevelopment Plan and Gallup Cultural Plan A downtown District Master Plan defines a communityâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s vision for the core commercial area and identifies priority catalytic projects to revitalize that area, determined through a dynamic community participation process. Also called a Downtown Revitalization Plan, a Metropolitan Redevelopment Area Plan, or a Downtown Strategic Plan, the Master/ MRA Plan examines existing conditions and assets, analyzes the core district economic market, develops a physical land use plan with livability/design guidelines, designs specific redevelopment sites and projects, and identifies sustainable implementation strategies and specific funding sources for each priority project for the districtâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s future physical improvements, economic uses, and regulations. As adopted by the Town Council, the District Master/MRA Plan becomes a living document that guides district revitalization and public and private sector investment for several years. City of Gallup, EDD, MainStreet and Gallup Bid partnered to secure necessary funding for the research and creation of the plans.

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