Tied to the Post
Our children don’t care about our stuff
One of the images that indelibly etched itself into my mind over the past 20 years is that of an old Woodie station wagon parked alongside a dirt back road leading to Shiprock, NM.
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On the lot
Most of the stories Steve and I share concern what goes on inside the Kokopelli doors of the trading post or the glass doors of the cafe.  Some of the most interesting and amusing people we see nev...
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A blessing
It was a late May afternoon at Twin Rocks Trading Post, and I was sitting in my office trying not to nod off. The last time I fell asleep at my desk the resulting crash raised a bump on my forehead...
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Of hats, saddles and the boot
A businessman walked into the trading post and said to me, “Can you help me out friend? I have been on the road longer than expected and am worried my wife may be angry and have the door barred whe...
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Natives for sale!
There I sat, staring into the alarmingly narrow hazel-colored eyes of an attractive young woman who wore closely cropped hair, dyed jet black.
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Over the top
I was having a bad day! It was getting on toward evening, and because of extenuating circumstances, I had not gotten much of anything done at the trading post.
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Tumbling tumbleweeds 
Last week, I was manning the sales counter at Twin Rocks and visiting with customers when a strong storm blew in.
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Lee
At 10 a.m., it was already hot. Summer had finally arrived in Bluff, and that, combined with the effects of global warming, had pushed temperatures into the extreme range.
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Pollen path
The evening was a dream. Laying in the hammock my wife had given me for my birthday, I watched as twilight set in. Looking up from my woven sling into the slowly darkening sky made me drowsy and so...
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Are you doing that?
It was a slow night at Twin Rocks Cafe. Outside giant flakes of snow gently fell, and a thick white blanket cloaked the gravel parking lot. But for the occasional snowplow that scraped and sparked ...
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