Bobcat Bite. Sante Fe, NM. We took the boys skiing one time at Angel Fire. We were there along with half of Midland, Lubbock, Amarillo and the rest of Texas. We then went to Taos, and I wanted to go back to this place outside Sante Fe because Rick Rushing had gotten me onto it years prior and they had great hamburgers.
When we pulled in, the parking lot was packed, naturally. We decided what the heck, we had come this far, so we went in.
As I recall you had to give them your name and wait to get seated. As we waited, Elizabeth began scanning the room and her eyes fixed on a woman and would not let go. She whispered to me “I know who that is. She used to live in Lexington and she rented an apartment from my grandmother.” I said “Say something to her.” Elizabeth said “She may not want me to.”
The wait was long. After a while, Elizabeth mustered up her courage and went up to the lady. She said “I remember you from Lexington. You rented an apartment from my grandmother. She was so worried about you.” The lady’s eyes got as big as silver dollars, and her skin turned nearly white. After another while, we looked up and she was gone.
I will name neither the lady, nor the book she wrote which exposed a lot of rot in Lexington society. And named names. Lots of them. But we found her at the Bobcat Bite in Santa Fe.