Moving to Santa Fe

We decided to leave Southern California with a small truckload of our belongings.  At the time, this consisted of clothes, two wing chairs and lots of sculpture and model building materials.  We had no jobs lined up but we had a place to sleep. Vahid’s boss at the time said that if “he were leaving on a motorcycle, he would be his hero.” It was the coldest day on record in New Mexico that February and we barely made it up La Bajada Hill, but here we still are twenty-six years later.