By Wendel Sloan
Columnist
Other side of tragedy is profound beauty
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Driving into Portales for the first time during a dusk dust storm in 1982, I almost made a U-turn. This wasn’t the New Mexico I’d imagined.
But I wanted to work at a university, so the next day I went through the eight-hour gauntlet of intervi...
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