Don Eusavio was my next door neighbor when I lived in Truchas and by observing him each day, he taught me how to live. He had lived in the same house for most of his life and there was a field between us where Henry Romero pastured his cows. I watched the old man from a distance – and if there was a secret to life he had found it – quite simply it was habit and routine. Each morning I would hear him tap-tapping on something in his shed, then he would carry in some wood from the big pile in his yard. The smoke from his chimney would rise and he would fix his lunch- Then he might put on his green baseeball cap, grab his orange bucket and pick apricots. His friend Rosita might come calling and they would go for a drive. He lived an uncomplicated life – on purpose. He was a happy man!