When September comes to Santa Fe, you can put all of your worries and cares into a 50-foot wicker man named Zozobra, aka Old Man Gloom. Then you gather with thousands of other people, party like its New Years Eve and burn that sucker to the ground. Sam and I watched it all go down from an arroyo (New Mexican for ditch) behind the park.
Looks like someone needs his worries and cares burned to the ground.
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