I was looking at him, through the glass, working on a fossil with a couple of sharp tools, and a magnifying glass. He was focused, but noticed me staring. I smiled. He also smiled and then came out to see me.
When I first saw Bob Nichols, he was browsing through some of the things at this local shop. He was quiet, minding his own business. I could see his eyes being aware of his surroundings, but he himself (it seemed to me) only making the absolute, necessary moves.
The word “dignity” is what immediately comes to mind.
“Sometimes the feeling I get from just walking inside the library is that, at any minute, some friendly face is going to walk up to me with a tray of cookies and milk and ask for me to sit down and just chat. It could be, as the kids who volunteer and spend time at the library are so warm, friendly, and happy. They are Tularosa’s kids.”
An idea born by the first settlers of Tularosa in “La Promesa Solemne”; a prayer lifted up to God in 1862, and later fulfilled by the construction of the Church in 1869.