You hit the nail squarely on the head!. This is exactly what I grew, after that first grueling year, to like about Albuquerque and the region. It wasn’t the weather. It wasn’t the climate. It wasn’t even the “enchantment”. It wasn’t even the uniqueness, the difference, or the stangeness of the area. Instead, it was the people. I had grown up in a community in Alabama where I knew everyone and was related to most of them; and names constantly came by me that I didn’t know that went back to the American Civil War, most of whom were related, more or less, to me. I soon found out that, in Albuquerque, one good never tell what stranger one might run into in the street or sat by in church, many of whom might even be famous. For the first time imy life, the pages of history began to come alive and life became much more interesting. Although I never had much contact with the Navajo, my teaching of Sunday School at Isleta and Jemez made me realize the people could be so different and still be so good. Albuquerque was a mind-broadner for an old Alabama hick like me.