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Sunday, September 6, 2009

Tio Miguel

My uncle Michael Henry Clark celebrated his 87th birthday this weekend in Santa Fe, a long way from the poverty-stricken Comanche, Ok, in 1922--13 years after statehood. He's a combat veteran of WWII and Korea in the US Navy, and a world-traveling teacher of English--in Ecuador, Iran, Libya, Tunisia and Mali--whose magic carpet landed at Sana Fe to teach at the Indian Ats institute before retirement...beloved by many members of the pueblos. He's the last surviving member of the five Clark boys, and whose name I proudly carry as my middle name.

Saludos Mi Tio, Tequoya!

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