It's the Wagyu life -- tromping through the dust and having some cowboy stick a syringe up your heiniey. Later, your calf turns into a $200 steak.
In Taos, I assumed the guy painting a sculpture at the laundromat was local, but he was from the Bronx. He and his partner gave me the lowdown on masks, handshakes and art in viral New Mexico
He had a voice, and I listened to him, though I wouldn't shake his hand on that road in rural New Mexico
I had constant interior conversations about the ethics of my virus road trip -- in retrospect, my worries seem quaint
