It's hot here in Deming.
I don't think that they know about air conditioning yet.
Sure, the hotel room has it.
But everywhere else we go, not so much.
We get my Mom into their room at the hotel and she's off for her now normal afternoon nap.
I take the Jeep out to do some recon.
I want to figure out where things are and where we can go to dinner.
There really isn't much to this town beside a Wal*Mart and more title loan shops than you could ever believe possible.
I find a little micro-brewery and head in to see if it will work.
There's a hostess / server and a bartender here and that's it.
It doesn't look like that they have a table here that will work for a wheelchair.
I ask the hostess what she thinks we can do and she tells me that she can set up a table in the corner.
That will work.
I have a beer before I leave here. There's one called Liquid Nap. That may be the greatest name ever for a beer.
While I'm there, another friends posts a link to Roadside America.
I'm within walking distance to a creepy WWII memorial.
I've got time. I go ahead and walk on over. It isn't on a main road and before I know it, I'm all alone.
The illustration is pretty creepy. It is a memorial for the members of the New Mexico National Guard that were killed during the Bataan Death March.
The two soldiers depicted look like two extras from The Walking Dead.
There's a tank and an anti-aircraft gun on display too.
I take my pictures and head on back to the Jeep.
I've effectively walked off the Liquid Nap.
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