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This week we take a break from politics, pay-to-play and pocketbook issues to celebrate all things New Mexican. With a tip of the hat to comedian Jeff Foxworthy ...
If your good jeans are the ones you wear to church, funerals or the Santa Fe Opera, you must be a New Mexican.
If linguists, anthropologists and historians appear at the door to visit with grandpa or grandma, you must be a New Mexican.
If you’ve ever voted for a politician named Jack Daniels, Johnnie Walker or Jose Cuervo, you’re definitely a New Mexican.
If your mama said you’d never find a husband if you didn’t learn to make tortillas, you could be a New Mexican.
If you live near any alien landing sites, you might be a New Mexican. But then again, maybe you’re just passing as a New Mexican.
If you wear shorts all year long, even when it’s cold, you could be a New Mexican.
If your yard art is a bathtub shrine, a wagon wheel, a mine car, farm implements or a pump, you might be a New Mexican. If it’s a chainsaw bear, you must live in Ruidoso.
If you don’t own a tie, or the one tie you own is parked on a door knob in the office – in case of surprise visits by the boss – you might be a New Mexican. If you think the only proper neckwear is a bolo tie, you’re a New Mexican.
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