An article about a missing New Mexico man waking up in a field surrounded by dozens of donkeys fails to surprise me.
Having worked in New Mexico news biz, I understand that fabulous state's wonderful weirdness. I'm almost suspicious of anything happening in the Land of Enchantment that sounds too...normal.
I lived in Carlsbad, home to famous caverns, a nuclear waste site, and some pretty eccentric people.
I always warned new reporters about crazy rumors that elsewhere would lead to nothing, but in New Mexico would be tomorrow's front page story. Example? A caller who said he was babysitting a friend's pet rooster that loved to drink whiskey. It was real...and a hit with readers.
The author of Ben Hur was right: "All things based on our experience elsewhere fail in New Mexico."
New Mexico is just its own kind of critter - and I miss it.