Dec 31, 2013
Remember the Mayan calendar. Ja, it ended in 2012. Of course, the world ended that year as well.
Still there are at least four locations in Old Bisbee that missed the announcement last year and are going to have New Year’s Eve parties again this year.
Happy New Year
We were with relatives in Fountain Hills yesterday. The town has a huge fountain that goes off hourly. There is a park around the fountain.
There is a pole that is wide enough to block the view of a person.
A man was playing an innovative game of hide-and-seek with his 5 year old daughter. He would position himself so that the pole hid him from the girl’s view. She would look for him, and run around the pole, and he would run around the pole as well.
I enjoyed watching the game, until I noticed that he was wearing a hospital band on his arm. I guess I have seen too many news reports of abductions; I found that I was watching the guy and the little girl in a different manner.
Then I noticed the “hospital band” was actually a watch band. Still the game was no longer enjoyable to watch.
Dec 19, 2013: Merry Christmas
Thoughts on Christmas from a couple of my friends:.
“I wish that they had left Christmas like it used to be; a pagan celebration of the winter solstice.”
“It is the celebration of Jesus’ birthday for God’s sake.”
I was eating lunch at the High Desert Market. At the neighboring table, a women was reporting about a trip that she had made to the border. There she had contacted migrants who were about to try to get across the border. Surrounding the migrants were some Mexican soldiers, and a couple of cartel members, who were dressed identical to the soldiers. The soldiers and the cartel members were all carrying AK-47s. Was she following her conscience, or was she a coyote*?
All of a sudden last week winter hit. The wind blew. It teased with the leaves, piling them onto fences ready for a gust from a different direction.
The wind blew leaves into the recessed entrances of the building I passed. The wind swirled the leaves to the center of the entrances.
The Ataltanta bookstore in Old Bisbee has wire racks outside that hold the newspapers which are for sale. In order to keep them from blowing away, the stack of papers in each rack is anchored by a rock.
There was a guy dressed in period 1880s costume – a black suit, white shirt, and bolo hat – as the Tombstone docents do. This guy was talking to one of the Bisbee locals.
As I got closer I saw him toss his hat into one of the newspaper bins, and I heard him say, “I am tired of tourists taking my picture.”