To: Recon Dad
My grandparents lived there during the ‘60s, but alas, sold their house around ‘71 before the property values skyrocketed. They ended up buying a similar-sized home in a quiet neighborhood in Albuquerque. 25 years later down there, it was a war zone/slum for Hispanic gangbangers. My grandparents are now buried in the Santa Fe National Cemetery.
posted on 03/03/2010 7:15:24 PM PST
(~"This is what happens when you find a stranger in the Amber Lamps !"~~)
I liked New Mexico a lot after I became acclimated. I was 18 and boarded a plane in New York City and the next thing I knew I was getting off the airplane at the Albuquerque airport. In 1965 it was not the airport of today. They drove us up to Santa Fe on a bus and you could imagine the state of shock I was in. In the morning I was viewing the New York skyline in the evening..you get the picture.
It took about 6 months to grow to like the place.
posted on 03/03/2010 7:34:33 PM PST
by Recon Dad
( USMC SSgt Patrick O - 3rd Afghanistan Deployment - Day 134)
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