I’m not going to name names, but one of us snores. Loudly. Not as though I didn’t plan ahead—Pandora on the smart phone and earphones. Tomorrow, I’ll buy bigger earphones.

Had some of Santa Fe’s best Mexican fare tonight. Tomasita’s in the Depot District. A lady in line (a lengthy one by the way) said all the locals eat here. I know why. Had the special—a chile relleno, beef enchilada and taco with rice and posole. The enchilada was smothered in red sauce made with New Mexico’s famous hatch chiles. Yummy but not for novices.

Turned out the lights at 9:30 p.m. but spent another hour sharing old family stories. Some made us laugh; others, not-so-much. It’s interesting how each brother remembers the same events but with different points of view. Seems my parents were way too strict with their firstborn male and way too lenient with the youngest (that would be me).

Two thoughts: one, all parents are flawed. Most do the best they can. Ours did. Two, it’s easy to be oblivious to things going on in your own house, especially as a child. Tonight, I gained a new understanding of and appreciation for Bob.