Moving in on Neil's territory

Apparently if your name somehow incorporates "neil/neel," the southwest is the place for you. I decided to come out of my slump and give the readers what they want. Or at least something to do for 5 min. at work. Anyway, this is Neeley, and I am finally employed. I have been at the Albuquerque Journal for a week now (copy editing...as if I'd do anything else). And there are two Neils on the copy desk here. But anyway. The SW has been an adjustment, but I'm sure eventually my skin will just evolve into scales. Here's a few fun-filled facts about my new state:

-There are no professional teams at all, but there is a minor league baseball team: the Albuquerque Isotopes. And of course, next year Mr. Giddens will be playing for the UNM Lobos.
-The first copy desk meeting I went to centered around the debate of whether we'd rather have a humidifier around the copy desk or mouse traps under our individual desks. One copy editor who supplied his own trap has already caught eight. But at least they're hygenic mice — another copy editor had a tube of toothpaste eaten.
-Highest rate of drunk drivers? That's right, we've got it. Last weekend, in a PUBLICIZED campaign to curb drunk driving during the holidays, police set up checkpoints in the county. And yet, still 104 DWI arrests. 104!?! And tonight I edited an article about a man arrested for his 15th DWI.
-And if the drunks or aliens don't kill you, don't worry, we've got nukes, too. At estimated 685 nuclear warheads and 1,825 nuclear bombs at a nearby air base.

So yeah...my door is always open to visitors. But hey...at least I have whiskey. (Enjoyed safely, in my home. Alone.)

Neeley

P.S. Does anyone want to sell or know anyone who wants to sell basketball tickets for any games during Winter Break?