
Prior to leaving Bernalillo for Placitas, the priest officiating at the service made a point of stressing that even though our vehicles were part of a funeral procession, we still had to stop at red traffic lights. Nevertheless, when a traffic light at the I-25 on-ramp turned red, I brazenly drove through anyway. A friend of Ernie's, Henry Jaramillo, took me aside at the cemetery and said, "You can't do that, man! They'll get you! You're from out-of-state too, and they really like catching someone like that!" Henry delivers food to school-lunch programs in Bernalillo and points north. It occurred to me later, looking at some not-so-good films at the 48-hour Film Festival at the Kimo, that it would be better to make a film about him and his delivery run.

In the shadow of the Sandia Mountains.
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