I’ve heard it said that some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouths. I on the other hand was born with an emery board in my hand. At early age I had fixation on my naturally long nails.Unlike Barbra Streisand, I passed my typing class with long nails. When I graduated in 1968 from Windsor Locks High School, I wasn’t’ remembered in the class will for the navy blue sweater, picking shade tobacco, scooping ice cream at the local Friendly’s, or passing four years of Latin. Instead the 1968 Class Will read that ”(She) left with her long, white, frosted fingernails”. (Revlon was my choice.) For 74 years I have been filing away those stories long after I left those long white frosted fingernails behind in Windsor Locks. Now 57 years after, I wish to revisit those historical pages of the one sided Main Street and change that dialogue with FILED AWAY, MY NAIL ENCOUNTERS. How did a kid from immigrant parents go from being a shade tobacco picker in the Connecticut River Valley fields to shaping not only the nails of rich and famous but to mystical experiences in the Land of Enchantment? In the early nineties Santa Fe astrologer, Ariel Guttman, author of Venus Rising Star, director and founder of Sophia Venus, gifted me a reading of my natal chart. She pointed to my chart to show me that my life journey late in life would bring me to writing about this. There was no better time than after surviving breast cancer, COVID pandemic and closure of my 31 year old Santa Fe business than to begin.