We are talking now of summer evenings in Albuquerque, New Mexico
in the time that I lived there so successfully disguised to myself as a child.
It was a little bit mixed sort of block, fairly solidly regular audience members,
with one or two juts apiece on either side of that.
The houses corresponded: middlesized gracefully constructed adobe houses built in the past hundred years,
with small front and side and more spacious back yards, and trees in the yards.
(with a little help from James Agee).
