Showing posts with label columbus. Show all posts
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Sunday, January 27, 2019

El Paso 2019 to Columbus NM: Highway 9: Red Sparklies


El Paso to Columbus NM-Highway 9 red sparklies. January 2019.


My friend, Kate, visited me in El Paso for several days.

On her last morning, we took our respective vehicles from El Paso to Columbus, New Mexico, via Highway 9. We planned to walk over to Puerto Palomas, Mexico (earlier years' posts on same here  and here), have a margarita, an early lunch, and then go our separate ways - she to Green Valley, Arizona, and me back to El Paso.

As with Columbus, New Mexico, there's not much ever happening on Highway 9, except somehow, there's always something.

El Paso to Columbus NM-Highway 9 red sparklies. January 2019.


For example, I saw two roadrunners on the highway. It cheers me to see these large, muscular birds sprint across a road and into brush.

El Paso to Columbus NM-Highway 9 red sparklies. January 2019.


On this day, going west, a winter-bare tree dazzled my eyes with red, flashing sparkly light. Oooooh. Shiny. What is this? Why? Who? How lovely!

A video here:



Kate was behind me, and we had a tight schedule to keep, so I zoomed past, but with the internal vow to investigate on my return trip.

El Paso to Columbus NM-Highway 9 red sparklies. January 2019.


Is it a selfie if one photographs oneself reflected in a tree ornament? If so, guilty as charged. Oh, and some sly views of my new vehicular mate.


El Paso to Columbus NM-Highway 9 red sparklies. January 2019.

El Paso to Columbus NM-Highway 9 red sparklies. January 2019.

El Paso to Columbus NM-Highway 9 red sparklies. January 2019.




A couple of stories on Highway 9: 








Saturday, September 21, 2013

Columbus, New Mexico, Part 11: School Kids

On the left, Mexico. On the right, U.S. Look at that --> same sky is over both.

I didn't envision a Part 11 for Columbus, New Mexico. Hell, I didn't think there'd be a Part 2 when I first arrived at this dusty little town.

But the Washington Post published a thoughtful article today about the kids from across the border who attend school in Columbus: Children Cross Mexican Border to Receive a US Education.

In my view, this is a good investment for the local, regional, state(s), and our bi-national futures. The children grow up to be adults and likely will live in the U.S. - we need adults who are well-educated and who will be self-sufficient, productive members of our society.


Friday, June 14, 2013

Highway 9, New Mexico: Our Private Highway


Some folks in Columbus, New Mexico, call NM Highway 9, "our private highway." This is because there's so little traffic, local or otherwise, on this pleasantly efficient path to El Paso, Texas.




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Although the scenic views of Highway 9 aren't the most tantalizing that New Mexico has to offer, they aren't entirely without interest. 


 
Abandoned building, Highway 9, New Mexico



 
Straw traffic cone? Highway 9, New Mexico


 
Straw traffic cone? Highway 9, New Mexico

   
 
Descansos, Highway 9, New Mexico
 

Mysterious black-white-black-white stones atop fence post, Highway 9, New Mexico


Mysterious black-white-black-white stones atop fence post, Highway 9, New Mexico

 
Decorated shrub, Highway 9, New Mexico

 
 
Descanso, Highway 9, New Mexico



I didn't see much traffic when I drove east on a Sunday morning from Columbus to Santa Teresa Port of Entry. The most notable vehicular event was the passage of a caravan of Camaros or Mustangs or something like that, likely members of an auto club out for a day's excursion. 

 


 

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Columbus, New Mexico, Part 10: "A Future We Don't Know About"


I was out on the hotel patio with the hotel host. I pointed over to the new building across the way: a compact, solidly-built structure. Its newness and stolidity were out of place in Columbus.

"What's the story with the new bank," I asked. "Someone really sunk an investment in this. What business is here to warrant this new building?"

My host chuckled and replied, "We're not sure. It makes us wonder if there's a future we don't know about yet." 

Friday, May 3, 2013

Columbus, New Mexico, Part 9: Odds and Ends

Around Columbus, New Mexico.



Columbus, New Mexico



An arm. 


Columbus, New Mexico


A rocket. 



Columbus, New Mexico


Fallen tower. 



Columbus, New Mexico


1929



Columbus, New Mexico


4025



Columbus, New Mexico

Falling down


Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Columbus, New Mexico, Part 8: The Library

I don't generally take special note of libraries in my travels.

Portal, Arizona, was an exception for its cozy vibe, how it sits prettily behind gorgeous, maternal cottonwoods, and for the pleasing sight of the returned-book cart, al fresco.

The Columbus Village Library is another exception.

Remember that Columbus has significantly fewer than 2000 residents. I'll add that the median household income of Columbus is $17,639, as compared to New Mexico's median income of $43,028. (And by the way, Missouri's median household income is $45,229.)

When I walked into the library, the first room I entered was a communal living room. Yes, there was a small bank of computers on my right, serving two or three gentlemen, but mostly I noted the fireplace, the sofa, the very comfortable, upholstered slider chairs, the coffee table, the family-style lighting. I sat in one of those slider chairs for awhile, imagining Columbus residents gathering here for coffee and chat.

Columbus Village Library, Columbus, New Mexico


Presently, I got up and poked around some more. I walked through a hallway and entered a large, bright room filled with computers and a number of attendant residents, mostly youngish.


Columbus Village Library, Columbus, New Mexico


Did some more wandering around, appreciated the nice bathroom, and ended up in the main library room with the majority of books and the staffer on duty.

Columbus Village Library, Columbus, New Mexico


I asked the gentleman how many computers the library had -- 33. I asked how the library had acquired so many, and he said it had received a grant, in some way connected to the fact that Columbus has/had a colonia community, and met median-income qualifications, i.e. Columbus is a relatively poor community.

Since so many Columbus-area residents can't afford computers or the internet access, the library provides a vital service to students and adults. Free access to computers and the internet helps to even the playing field for children from low-income households.

The McCune Charitable Foundation is one organization that has awarded grants to the Columbus Village Library.

Having some experience with grant applications and grant management, I can tell you that it speaks volumes (get it, volumes, the library?) .... that Columbus has people with the skill and the willingness to write grant applications and the effective processes in place to administer them. It also speaks well for the library and the community that they have created such a welcoming space for residents.

(The library used to be a tavern, apparently, and the owners got into some sort of trouble with the law, and it had to be shut down.)

The library has bought the adjacent lot and plans to expand its facility.

Columbus Village Library, Columbus, New Mexico

 
I am mighty impressed by the Columbus Village Library.


Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Columbus, New Mexico, Part 7: Pat, Who Rescues


Dog rescue, Columbus, New Mexico



One of the people I met over in Puerto Palomas on a sunny afternoon, on the patio of the Pink Store, while I drank a beer, was Pat. Originally from the UK, then a long-time NYC resident, she is one of the transplants who was inexplicably drawn to make her life in Columbus, New Mexico. 

She rescues dogs and cats; she invited me to come by her house later, which I did.

Dog rescue, Columbus, New Mexico


I met Pat's dogs, both those she has claimed as her own and those for whom she seeks homes.



Dog rescue, Columbus, New Mexico

Pat has a good relationship with the Deming Animal Guardians. DAG's primary mission is to spay and neuter. It also provides emergency pet food. DAG's portable spay/neuter operation visited Columbus six times in 2012 and will go at least four times in 2013.

Dog rescue, Columbus, New Mexico

Although her financial resources are limited, Pat doesn't seek monetary donations. She does, however, welcome pet food and pet paraphernalia, such as collars and leashes. If you'd like to help her out, the best bet is to contact DAG and mention Pat in Columbus - DAG will make sure she receives whatever help you're offering.

Dog rescue, Columbus, New Mexico
   

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Columbus, New Mexico, Part 6: Going Over to Puerto Palomas



Fictional meeting between Generals Pershing and Villa, Puerto Palomas, Chihuahua, Mexico

I crossed over to Puerto Palomas, Chihuahua, Mexico, twice while I was in Columbus, New Mexico.

There's a parking lot right by the border and you can park your car and walk over, which is what I did. By the parking lot is a "duty-free" shop that sells liquor and, I think, perfumes, and I guess tobacco products. A white-haired gentleman chauffeurs parking-lot visitors in a golf cart to and from the duty-free shop. This service is likely due to the average age of most U.S. visitors over the border here, which is to say, 60s and older.

The duty-free shop displays the ubiquitous skull and horns of the Southwest.

The duty-free store by the Columbus, NM and Puerto Palomas, Chihuahua border crossing

You might say that Puerto Palomas is a medical tourism destination, what with Americans going over for cheap prescription drugs, dental work, and eye treatment.

Puerto Palomas, Chihuahua, Mexico
  
Puerto Palomas, Chihuahua, Mexico


There's also the much-ballyhooed Pink Store, which houses a restaurant and also a capacious warehouse of Mexican-made products including pottery, glassware, textiles, decorative items, etc. If you're lucky (and I was), a staffer will give you a free drink to enjoy while you browse through the store. I had a margarita.

Puerto Palomas, Chihuahua, Mexico

Since I no longer acquire things for a home, I had only mild interest in the store's inventory, but I looked nonetheless, sipping my margarita and savoring the salted rim as I went. I admired the light and the color of this display room:

Puerto Palomas, Chihuahua, Mexico




Puerto Palomas, Chihuahua, Mexico




 



On my first afternoon in Puerto Palomas, I sat in the shade of the restaurant's patio while I drank a beer and talked with some of the PP regulars, who pop down every Tuesday for lunch and, as needed, drug replenishment.











I did a little exploring of Puerto Palomas beyond the Pink Store. Attended a funeral (noting the license plates of the bereaved not only from Chihuahua, but from Texas and New Mexico). Walked through a plaza. Walked by the border wall a tiny bit. I saw men gathered together and talking, playing a game, perhaps drinking; not much sign of women; vendors selling CDs, hats, sunglasses, street food, offering shoeshines. I saw some rehab work being done to a sidewalk, to a new business. Saw some businesses that had gone defunct.

I felt particularly attracted to an abandoned .. what? Mansion? Hotel? Restaurant? It was intended to be grand, and I was later told that it was to have been a casino, but construction ceased as soon as the drug cartels moved their violent stage to Puerto Palomas for a time. 

Puerto Palomas, Chihuahua, Mexico

 
Puerto Palomas, Chihuahua, Mexico




If it had opened, how many people would it have employed directly? How many people would have been employed by suppliers? How many others would have derived indirect economic benefits?















Puerto Palomas, Chihuahua, Mexico






For now, doves are the only evident residents of the empty, beautiful building.   
















A slide show of Puerto Palomas:






Saturday, April 27, 2013

Columbus, New Mexico, Part 5: Raids

Statue of Pancho Villa in Puerto Palomas, Chihuahua, Mexico. Across border from Columbus, New Mexico.


Columbus is famous (the term being relative) for two historic (the term being relative) raids. 

1916: Pancho Villa

Jack Thomas, deputy sheriff, and other officials sensed “something in the air,” said Bill Rakocy, Villa Raids Columbus, N. Mex. Mar. 9, 1916.  “They had noticed strange Mexicans in town—many ‘friendly Mexicans’ became silent and some left town.”  Juan Favela, a local ranch foreman, complained that “the air was bad.”
Thus begins an an engrossing story by Jay W. Sharp, in DesertUSA, about the March 9, 1916, raid of Columbus, New Mexico, by Pancho Villa.

I particularly like this next excerpt:
In spite of the omens, however, the 400 citizens of Columbus, New Mexico, three miles north of the border town of Palomas, Chihuahua, believed themselves generally secure in those pre-dawn hours of March 1916.  They had followed, of course, the violent conflict in their neighboring country, where revolt against dictatorship and the federales (government troops) and land monopolies and the subsequent struggle for national power would claim nearly a million lives, some six percent of Mexico’s total population at the time.  They knew, too, that Pancho Villa’s marauders had pillaged along Mexico’s northern border, raising the specter of attack at Columbus.  Still, the citizens felt secure because they thought the U. S. 13th Cavalry Regiment, dispatched by Commanding Officer General John “Black Jack” Pershing from Fort Bliss, El Paso, Texas, to the nearby Camp Furlong, would protect them.  They felt safe because they could scarcely believe that Pancho Villa would take the risk of crossing the border to challenge a U. S. community and military encampment.

I invite you to read the above a second time.   

It reminds me of something a survivor of the Rwanda genocide told me, when I asked her what she and her family and friends had thought, when so much violence was occurring in the rural areas of her country - weren't they afraid that it was going to reach them? Her reply has always stuck with me, that it seemed far away to them, it didn't feel as if it could reach them in the city. (And, of course, it did.) And, too, she and her family felt some protection from the French - not only were she and a sibling employed via the French Embassy, there was a belief that such a strong ally would not let such horrors visit the country at large. And she lived in a neighborhood where Hutus and Tutsi folks had resided together for years, all friendly.

It reminds me of El Paso, USA, and Juarez, Mexico, in the recent past, two cities immediately adjacent, but in one there were thousands of people being murdered each year in the late 2000s, and in the other, fewer than 20.

It brings to mind a book that had a big impact on me, The Graves Are Not Yet Full, in which the author confronts readers about discounting mass killings in some countries as being "just tribal; it's been going on for centuries and there's nothing we can do about it" (and I will add - "just druglords killing each other and it's only criminals getting killed.") The author, Bill Berkeley, argues that greed or the desire for power/control is always behind mass violence, and there are always those who benefit, and we need to look at who benefits.

And it's a reminder, generally, of how some of us have the luxury of taking for granted our safety and security. Indeed, we feel entitled to such security, without even knowing we feel entitled.

Anyway ... read the story about Pancho Villa's raid on Columbus - it's superbly written.

And here's some surreal stuff about the whole Pancho Villa thing:

In Puerto Palomas, Chihuahua, just over the border from Columbus is this sculpture:

Generals Pershing and Villa in Puerto Palomas, Chihuahua, Mexico

It depicts a fictional meeting between  Pancho Villa and General Pershing - shaking hands! Pershing hunted Villa for about a year in Mexico, to no avail.

Or how about the deal Villa struck with a film company that paid Villa $25,000 in exchange for access during his forays.

Pancho Villa as shot by Mutual Film Company. Credit: Smithsonian Magazine



2011: The Arms Raid


Credit: ColumbusNewMexico.com


I think the hat pretty much tells the story.

But if you want more details, go here. It involves helicopters, several federal agencies, and lots of lights and law enforcement vehicles at night. The indictment here. Some guilty pleas here.  The owner of the gun store in Chaparral, New Mexico, was also arrested and convicted:

From July 2010 until February 2011, Garland sold 193 Kalashnikov-type assault weapons and 9 mm pistols to six co-defendants, including Eddie Espinoza, former mayor of Columbus, New Mexico, and former village trustee Blas "Woody" Gutierrez.

Garland allowed those "straw purchasers" to falsely state on federal forms that they were purchasing the firearms for themselves, even though he had reason to know the weapons were headed to people in Mexico.
 Prosecutors last year said Garland, in facilitating the purchases, "was furthering murder and violence at epic levels in Mexico, all for a quick buck."
They said that between January 2010 and March 2011, the conspirators used their positions to facilitate and safeguard the trafficking of around 200 guns worth about $70,000, to Mexico.
Some of those weapons were later recovered at drug busts and implicated in murders in Mexico, where some 55,000 people have been killed in cartel-related mayhem since 2006.
Source: Chicago Tribune, Gun Dealer Gets 5 Years in Prison in U.S.-Mexico Gun Case



...and here I am on Part 5 on Columbus, New Mexico, and there's still more to tell, despite the fact there's virtually nothing there. It's crazy, I tell you.

Friday, April 26, 2013

Columbus, New Mexico, Part 4: There's Something About ....


Downtown, Columbus, New Mexico

I talked to maybe seven or eight Columbus residents, none of whom were born in the area. All transplants. I either asked or they volunteered how they ended up in this place. Here's what I heard, with everyone holding at least four reasons in common: 
  • It grew on me.
  • The scenery. I love the high desert.
  • Being so close to the border. 
  • Appreciation for the Mexican culture; the biculturalism here. 
  • It's safe here.
  • We're in a forgotten corner of the country - we enjoy our peace and quiet. 
It's important to qualify that with the exception of one person, I only talked to Anglo transplants - I don't know if or how Latino residents feel the same or differently about living in Columbus. (And considering that Latinos comprise the super-majority of the population in Columbus, I'm not sure how my focus group was so skewed demographically, but it warrants some contemplation.)

I could see all of the reasons for the transplants to settle in Columbus, except for one - the scenery. I'm telling you, I just didn't get that one.

Take the sun, for example. There's no relief from it unless you build a shade structure, and with the exception of my hotel, I saw precious little of that. When I was in Columbus, noticing the intense sunshine, I tried on some stock phrases, such as "sun-baked" or "relentless," but they don't quite fit. Maybe it's more like a town that sits beneath a strong heat lamp all day, every day.


Tire art, a new art medium I've been encountering in New Mexico. Here it is in downtown Columbus.


And the view? Flat. Scrubby. Yes, there is the suggestion of mountains in the distance, but they don't have much presence when one looks out over the terrain. I didn't see my good friends, the soaptree yucca, of whom I've grown fond.

Columbus, New Mexico.


My hotel host, a Californian transplant, told me it took him between six months to a year to love Columbus, but it happened eventually.

Just outside Columbus is a flying community; the residents live in the Hacienda Sur Luna, and their homes look out onto the airfield. 


  
Also just outside Columbus is the remnant of a community of people who settled here in anticipation of an extraterrestial landing, allegedly. My only source for this intel is this excerpt of a CNN article

Columbus is home to the City of the Sun, one of New Mexico's oldest communes. It was established in the early 1970s because its founder believed flying saucers were going to land here, according to David Pennington, 75, a retired social worker who lives in an adobe house in the commune.

This official City of the Sun description makes no mention of such an illustrious origin story. I didn't get a very good look at the City of the Sun, being put off by the entrance sign warning off any but residents and their guests. But these folks enjoyed a friendly tour and here are some beautiful pictures. This City of the Sun resident bolsters my impression that somehow Columbus entraps its folk:

Having resided at, (been marooned at), the City of Dysfunction, (City of the Sun), for this past interminable decade, I have recently had to admit to acquiring some elements of sloth and indolence.


And I must admit I felt something ... a somnolence .... that slowed me down while I was in Columbus, making me want to just sit on the front patio and watch the traffic, rare though it was, pass by on Highway 9.  On one morning, two cowboys pulled up in their horse trailer and sauntered up to the hotel for some coffee. And I saw a yacht being transported west. Must have been goin' a fur piece to find a body of water deep enough for that boat.   


Columbus, New Mexico.

If I stayed longer, I, too, may have been caught under the town's spell.