When I was a 12, I lived down the street from a kid named Tom Saul who repeatedly tried to hypnotize himself by staring into a mirror. His mom found him on the bathroom after one such attempt in a wet pair of jeans sucking and sucking on his fist. I wasn’t allowed to play with Tom after that. Something similar happened to me while driving from Sedona, AZ to Taos, NM. My little experiment involved attempting to listen to Christopher Cross’ Sailing 201 consecutive times just to see if it was possible. I am here to report that it is indeed possible, but now when I hear violins or wind chimes I find that I have to pee.

It’s not far back to sanity
at least it’s not for me

Once in Taos I sailed on into the Adobe Room at the infamous Taos Inn and took a few tacks with a top shelf margarita before mooring for the night at the Taos Valley RV Park. The next morning I headed south on a tip about some wicked neon outside a liquor store in a town called Española. This tip did not disappoint. Saints and Sinners along with the Taos Inn will soon have t-shirts on the Destee-Nation tables. Read on…