During a recent trip home to the United States, I flew to Santa Fe, New Mexico, to visit my uncle Jim.
Jim and I became close after my father — his youngest brother — died when I was in fourth grade. Something about his presence helped fill the gap that Dad’s absence left. We’d horseplay in my front yard, and Jim, built like a defense lineman, would sling me to the ground using techniques he learned during tai chi classes.
I hadn’t seen him since 2008, a couple of years before I moved to Beijing. The first few times I came home to Kentucky for my annual leave, we talked on the phone but I didn’t visit. I felt guilty, and so this year I decided to go West.
Santa Fe, the oldest capital city in the United States (founded 1610), is beautiful. It’s surrounded by mountains, and the downtown features a bevy of art galleries, coffee shops and historic churches.

Santa Fe’s historic adobe architecture. The adobe bricks consist of a mixture of sun-dried earth and straw.

Route 66, one of the original highways of the U.S. Highway System, was established in 1926. The highway originally ran from Chicago to Santa Monica, California, spanning a distance of 2,448 miles. It was removed from the U.S. highway system in 1985.
I regret not visiting sooner. Jim, 66, implied that he doesn’t expect to live much longer. He suffered congestive heart failure in 2007 and had a pacemaker placed in his chest to control his heartbeat. He walks with a cane, and in the mornings it takes him a couple of minutes to get out of bed.
The health issues haven’t affected Jim’s unique sense of humor (“I’m a woman trapped in a man’s body, but I’m also a lesbian”) or occasional bit of crotchetiness (unhappy with the barbecue sandwich he ordered for dinner, Jim told the waiter: “I’ve lived in Texas and know what real barbecue tastes like. This ain’t real barbecue.”)
The night before I left, Jim showed me the cocktail of medication that he takes every day. I counted at least a dozen pills. “Getting old sucks man,” he said.
“But I wouldn’t change anything. I had fun.”
Just started reading your blog, Jimmy. Good stuff. Your Dad would be very proud of you. Your Uncle Jim is a great guy.
Thanks, Paul. I appreciate it.
Excellent pictures. Complements your article nicely. Seeing the bike lane made me wish I was there. Quaint is the word that comes to mind.
Thanks for the compliment. It’s a very beautiful place.
Jimmy
he is one cool person Jim is unique
Never met a guy like him.
Uncle’s are cool people to have in one’s life.
I’m fortunate to have a few good ones.
A lot of Nesbitt in that cat!
I’m glad you didn’t have to fill out a form with the NSA to leave a comment.
Uncle Jim is more interesting than that Dos Equis Guy. Plus, he’s for real.
Ha, he’s definitely a character Soi.