Stopped in Albuquerque to pick up 400 pounds of floor tile. Passed Sandia Mountain and drove up to Santa Fe’s rarified air. At 7200 feet, we got a boost from a bowl of fiery green chile chicken soup. Then Cheryl took me to see the fruits of the mother of American modernism. For most of her 99 years Georgia O’Keefe looked at the world differently, and left evidence of what she saw. She collected rocks. I like her. I like her a lot.