Festival de Santa Fe
The Spanish flags are hanging from the Palace of the Governors and the hundred or so family crests of Santa Fe are displayed below them - a sure sign of that last festival of the Summer that Santa Feans give themselves for the "reconquest" (read, booting out the Indians after their revolt in 1660). Tonight they'll burn the effegy of the old man of gloom and doom, Zozobra - tickets are sold out for that event. Today already they were putting up the tent booths around the plaza for the weekend's celebration. We have a half day of work tomorrow as the festival is in full swing by afternoon.


Another birthday lunch today, this time for *me*, being the only member of finance with a birthday in September. We had this at Guadalupes, an old Santa Fe house turned into a restaurant. Great Nachos. I'm obviously in the blue shirt, looking as old as dirt.

An unrelated subject; the Behlings in our ward received their 18-month mission call to Boston to head the family history center there. They're supposed to be in Boston in two weeks. The Ritchies just finished their mission in Portland. These are the only senior missionaries sent from the whole Albuquerque East stake.