My beautiful girlfriends and I went to Taos Pueblo this morning. Christel and I were in a shop chatting to the woman when I noticed the name of the owner, Sonny Spruce.
I said, 'I have to tell you a funny story. Many years ago when I was about 11 or 12 years old I was here with my family watching some dancers when I fell in love with one. After the dances my mother urged me to go and talk to him. I asked him what his name was and he said it was Sonny. Tongue-tied I turned and fled.'
She laughed and said, 'That's my uncle!' Apparently he's the only Sonny around, and he's always been a dancer and a ladies' man. On the wall was a magazine cover from about that time. She took me next door to meet her mother, Sonny's sister. She told stories about having to go rescue Sonny from over-enthusiastic admirers. We all had a laugh and I told them to say hello to him for me.
They said he was single and I quickly replied I was happily married.