Last night the Santa Fe sky looked every bit as hopeful as a sunrise. I sat in my van very near where my old studio once was, eating Buffalo jerky, waiting for my acting class to begin. Earlier, I had left a new painting at the gallery; walked into my agent's office without an appointment, again; and witnessed a man riding a fast bicycle get hit by a ominous big black testosterone 4x4 mobile. People from every direction left their cars, and ran into the intersection, offering their service to the injured man. How the rider stood and limped to the curb after being upside down and airborne is a mystery beyond my comprehension. Humanity at it's finest. It looked a little like hope...