Floyd, New Mexico never met a rabble rouser it didn’t like.
Demagogues, they were a different story, especially the ones who promised to bring back the old days. These sodden wretches spewed the bitter belief that a return to the old ways would solve every imaginable problem.
They peddled their delusions with artificial conviction.
But Floyd, New Mexico knew better. You could restore a 1947 Lincoln Continental Club Coupe, but that wouldn’t revive the Truman Administration.
It wouldn’t bring back the days in Vegas when coupon books let you have a jumbo shrimp cocktail for twenty-nine cents.
