first reason to love Los Alamos is that the
Ghost Riders Tavern reopened in its new digs. Everyone should stop by to see
the new handmade bar and stay for some socializing in a great, light, airy
atmosphere. The owner, Jerry Gormley, has put his heart and hard earned cash
into making it a great place to hang out. At its opening bash, a good number of
our town’s people shared more than one iced libation. Even our unofficial
mayor, Cowboy the dog, graced the door with his presence. In a few weeks Ghost
Riders will start serving food and the patio will be a great place to grab a
bite to eat and watch the world go by.
second reason to love Los Alamos is that we know just about everyone or can get
to know almost anyone, just by frequenting the post office, the Los Alamos
Market, Charlie’s, Javy’s, Quackenbush or any number of our wine tasting rooms.
am I forgetting someplace? Flatbread Pizza, of course. It’s the restaurant that
causes our eyes to glaze over in sated memories of that luscious, gooey pie we
have all overdosed on in copious amounts, which is usually followed by locally
squeezed grape juice.
familiar? If eating pizza was a crime, we would all be locked up for
overindulgence. Has anyone seen the button to my pants?
third reason to love Los Alamos is our Los
Alamos Community Planning Advisory Committee. If you have not been to any
meetings, you have truly missed the good, the bad and the ugly about our
community. The good is Chris Wrather, the committee chair, whose patient, open
mind has brought a calming logic to the planning process. The other good, being
that there is not really any bad or ugly, are Jose Jimenez, Merle Blasjo, Susan
DeWit, Dave Tate, Colleen Thompson and Natalie Werk, who have all survived
umpteen meetings, where many of us have cross-fired at each other. Yet, we do
manage to regain our composure once our feet cross the threshold of our post
office and we realize that we are still neighbors. Good neighbors, albeit, who
wear kooky jammies to get our mail.
was I? The third reason to love Los Alamos.
Oops, Maybe that’s the 34th reason. I have lost count. Or maybe I am loosing
it, as my eyes roll into the back of my head, as I stagger towards the woody,
beefy scent that is luring me to Twin Oaks.