— (aka Pacopacomama)
“Sometimes the smallest clues lead to the biggest stories.” pacopacomama 092811_469
Back in September 2011, I was on a road trip through the Southwest with a handful of friends. We stopped at a dusty little diner on the edge of a ghost town called Paco (yes, that was the actual name on the sign). The place was half‑filled with vintage postcards, a jukebox that only played Elvis, and a wall of framed photographs that looked like they were taken straight out of a 1970s family album. — (aka Pacopacomama) “Sometimes the smallest clues lead
Hey everyone,
I’m now curating a titled “Paco’s Mom: 1970‑2011” at the local community center. The exhibit will feature: a jukebox that only played Elvis