Justly returned from N.Mex, soaring to great spiritual heights in the great horsehair kiva of the Mesa elves. In quick digression, I was walking around an indian edifice, when a native homunculus approached. I, thinking that the people whose town is being used as a Disney-type attraction by the palefaces would not be necessarily friendly and recepive, said nothing. He, who obviously saw in my honest visage and deep pockets an opportunity to bridge the socio-economic divide, said to me upon passing, "Afternoon". I startled like a terrycloth robe and was momentarily taken abaft, but rallied to tender my goodwill affectations to him as well. "How does your garden grow?", I thought to say, or "How does your copernity sagatiate?" But the combined brisk pace of an Indian leaving the kiva at 5:30 in the afternoon and of a pastyfaced young gentleman ambling oppositely from 12km left an airy divide between us, as my sails sagged and I wallowed in his wake. In short, all I got out by way of greeting to the noble savage was "How!" Another young paleface bites the dust.