Seven Bald Men and a Kumquat Tree: Rob Connoley, Silver City's Non-Native Son

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I have never seen a restaurant kitchen quite like this. The Kenmore oven/stove combo with its electric range is the same make and model as mine at home, but of an older vintage. Something that looks like a thirty-year-old camping grill sits on the counter next to the stove. Mason jars filled with rust-red hackberries, bumpy green cholla fruit, and twigs with the leaves still attached litter the shelves and countertops. On top of one sits a piece of spongy grayish-green moss. "What's that?" I ask. RobConnoley, skinny and tall, with a shaven head and lashless blue eyes that blink red in the smoky kitchen, picks it up.