Mrs. Sepulveda and I had quite a weekend. We started off Friday night up in Davis, CA to see k.d. lange and her new band at the Mondavi Center's stunning Jackon Hall. Then we saddled up Silver, our trusty 4-Runner and headed 550 miles south for Zog's memorial service. Bill's wake was very well attended with laughing men and weeping women. Lots of weeping women.

My favorite moment of the service came at the end after all the stories had been told. A guy named Rick from Sonoma who seemed to be officiating, asked for a moment of silence so we could all focus on our favorite Zog memory. It was quiet out there in the warm desert twilight. Little tiny hummingbirds buzzing through the ocotillo...just a beautiful place. Rick looks to his wife in the second row, smiles and says "I know what you're remembering and I'm getting kind of mad." Everybody just bust out laughing.

One more thing. If any of you reading this ever has an overwhelming urge to crush walnuts with your sphincter, Montezuma Valley Grade is a five star place for it.