My turn: Glad I didn’t make that U-turn

When I first cruised into Portales from Dallas for a job interview on a brownish summer afternoon in 1982, I almost made a U-turn. Where were the co-eds on glistening slopes, feathered natives selling turquoise ties, quaint trains chugging through evergreen forests? It’s taken 27 years, but I’ve finally stopped thinking of The Gulch as […]