So The Nymph and I were driving along yet another secondary road, when a sign caught my eye: “The New Mexico Girls Ranch.”

Of course my mind fills immediately with inappropriate images. Herds of young ladies drifting through the sagebrush unencumbered by clothing, cowboys on horses, plenty of lariats and quirts to go around, that sort of thing. Sez me: “Gee, I wonder what a fellow has to do to get invited to the roundup?”