Land of Enchantment

Some time ago we made a trip to Silver City, New Mexico.

We stopped in Silver City to get some groceries. The first person that we encountered in the store looked at me, said loudly “Hello, Whitey”. Did the guy confuse me with somebody that he knew, was this a racial reference, was the guy particularly impressed with my hair, or did he think that he was a greeter, ala WalMart? I had never seen the guy before, or since..

In any case my initial reaction to the “Land of  Enchantment” was a bit freaky.