A wry and often poetic evocation of the landscape and people of almost anywhere in the Southwest. It begins with a witty rewrite of the creation myth to explain the Southwest landscape, then goes back a century and a half to a touching baptism at one of New Mexico's most sacred spiritual shrines. Then back to the present with "The Menu of the Hands," a hilarious spoof on wily waiters educating the naive of summertime visitors on the subtleties of Southwest cuisine. Never, anywhere, has a meal ever been served with this much eln and chutzpah. Finally there is a beautiful evocation of the near-mystical effects the Southwest landscape can have on locals and visitors alike. Behind those magnificent mesas and mountains, the stones have a voice you can hear-if you listen the right way.