Hachita is a
place of many
doors. Some were open, and had been for a long time, as these pictures
show. Others were closed (it was Saturday, after all). Still others
half-open and half-closed, which I think sums up the feelings of many
the residents of Hachita toward the rest of the world.
When you live in a place that's
is admittedly subjective on my part) somewhat removed from any larger
area, you do so for a reason. Some people prefer their privacy over the
convenience of first-run movies and Lot-A-Burgers. That's the
part. Yet, Hachita has plenty of satellite dishes, an interstate fewer
than twenty miles away, and even an offhanded wave for the occasional
the door's not fully open, and there's no welcome mat, but someone did
leave the light on.