“The ramblings and grumblings of author Ad Hudler”

High-Desert Diary: Report from 4,260 feet
Thursday, November 6, 2008

Got back last night from Colorado, where I went to give a reading and book-signing in my hometown. Della, the librarian that hosted me, and her staff and board of directors went all out for me:

Cool, huh? Notice the clever confetti of nuts and bolts. The boots came from Orth's Department Store on Main Street. My mom went in and asked Mrs. Orth if she could grab a pair of boots and borrow them for the day, and she said, "Sure, Joy, no problem. Take whatever you want." That, my friends, is the beauty of a small town, population 3,603. The other beauty of a small town: The days are loooooooooooooong because you spend no time in a car, driving from one place to another. EVERYTHING is two minutes away or less. In the middle of my talk, I went to grab my annotated copy of MAN OF THE HOUSE and noticed I'd left it at my parents' house, and my mom said, "Oh, it's okay, I'll just run and get it." And she was back in three minutes.

I had two book events: a reading and signing and a meeting with a book club that drove in from Wray, a town about 60 miles north of Burlington. Smart, beautiful group of ladies, and I especially enjoyed the woman who brought a gender-bending Linc Menner-esque perspective to the group: She works the ranch while her husband works at the bank in town.

Another highlight: My town is almost a third Mexican, which means there is AWESOME Mexican food to be had. There's a new restaurant in the old Skelly truck stop on the east side of town, by the state prison, and this is where I had something called "Diet Buster Asada Fries." They were basically the Mexican equivalent of chili-cheese fries: Fries topped with seasoned beef (not ground, but cut), cheese, guacamole, salsa, onions and jalapeno peppers.

It was great spending time with my family, and watching a historic election with them. I wanted to show you a few snapshots of my house ... so you can have some insights into why I am the way I am. First, a photo of the garage roof:

Yes, those are rubber snakes. My mom put them up there to scare away the blackbirds so they don't congregate and poop on the patio. She says they're not working very well, but the bendable wooden snakes she had tied to the bows of the hack berry tree are quite effective.

And these are planters my mom has in her backyard. Cool, huh?


Blogger Lynn said...


Loved the pictures from your home town.

The snakes on the roof and the planters really exhibit the way you have always described your Mom. Crazzzyyy...hahaha

November 7, 2008 at 1:41 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thanks for the taste of local color. By the way, what is a hack berry?

November 7, 2008 at 10:06 AM  
Blogger Ad Hudler said...

Not sure what a hack berry is. They are really small and black and hard and almost all seed. Only the birds eat them. Best as I can tell, no one has ever used them to make pies.

November 8, 2008 at 9:14 AM  

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