In just a few hours I will be hopping in the car, cranking up the radio, and driving to Raton, New Mexico. (It’s pronounced “Ra-TONE” so that its residents don’t have to ponder what it means to live in “RAT-on.”) This little town has a couple of fast-food restaurants, a couple of gas stations, a motel or two, and a courthouse. That last one is the reason I have to go, but the rest of the list makes it possible. I’m kind of worried about the food part though. I don’t do fast food, and many years ago when I went up there with a colleague for a hearing, we ate lunch in the only local, non-fast-food place we could find. He got food poisoning. It was a long drive back.
In any case, I’m sort of looking forward to the three-ish-hour drive. Or trying to convince myself that I’m looking forward to it. I used to have to make drives to rural pits like this all of the time, but with this job it’s pretty rare. So I’ll scream at talk-radio stations (one of my favorite tension relievers!) while I’m still in range, then sing like I’m Beyonce as I zip along the highway that cuts through a lot of open space. I’ll fret about what to eat for dinner, then settle in to my little motel room and read or doodle. And then tomorrow I’ll go to court, lose a hearing, and drive home.
It’s a glamorous life. Happy Valentine’s Day.
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