Tales of Tesuque

The market is over. Just the ghosts remain. A good friend sent me this e-mail after helping me tear down my booth – a fitting epitaph with a hint of humor: "I'm pooped! And I didn't even go back for a second helping! With all the bad vibes around that market I wouldn't be surprised if a total exorcism is in order. You could do it on Halloween, take all their little nasty notes and bills and have a nice fire and get them out of your life for good! I can hear the tour guide now - "Over to your left is where Sue Gibson had a booth, rumor has it she was a witch and put a spell on the place. Cursed the land and the pueblo, which is why they all mysteriously vanished. Sometimes, when the moon is full, you can smell her plumeria soap in the air. All the vendors that got displaced haunt from time to time, you can see the shadows of their tents in the moonlight, though there are no tents there. There are ghostly shadows of porta potties too, but they are locked and, even in the netherworld, unusable. And sometimes you can hear the vendors wheelin' and dealin' with each other, one of them really annoys the rest by hanging out with her ghost boyfriend, borrowing things, ghostly things. They say that once upon a time there was a big Buddha statue here at the end of the row and if you go stand there and say "You have reached Tesuque Meadow, your call is very important to us" three times while turning counterclockwise and flapping your arms you can call up the ghost of Sue Gibson. But she might put a curse on you for disturbing her, so it's best not to. "