Delmont is an entrepreneur who bakes bread and sells it. Numerous residents of Old Bisbee buy his bread.
Other residents are concerned about the bread’s quality, because the health department has never checked Delmont’s bakery.
Bubba and Myrtle are in the category of don’t trust uninspected products.
They had some guests over the other day. Their guests gave them a couple loaves of bread. They didn’t realise that they were from Delmont’s bakery. They seem to have survived the occasion.
I met Billy at the High Desert Market. He said that he was walking to his car. He was carrying a fan belt. When he reached his car, I could see that the car was stuffed to the gills.
I thought that he would replace the fan belt, but he simply tossed it under the car.
The next day I saw Billy replacing the fan belt.
Delmont was on Subway Avenue taking a break from selling his bread. He was sitting on the curb, drinking a beer, in plain view. A Bisbee cop came by, and ignored the violation. Delmont looked at me, and said “I am Who I am”.
A fellow was sitting on the edge of the sidewalk downtown. As usual he was wearing a black shirt which had the numeral 9 on it.
He was eating a burrito, but he managed to beg for change.
I thought that this was humorous. I chuckled as I walked by. I guess I thought it was a little too funny. A few steps later I felt something hit me on my left shoulder blade.
On Sunday morning I was walking to the High Desert Market. I was stopped by a guy sitting on a rock ledge.
“Do you know what time it is”?
I said, “About 9”.
He said, “No, it is after 9”.
I thought, “Don’t ask me the question, if you already know the answer”.
Then he changed to beggar mode:
“Got any change”?
But he played the part without conviction.
I took a walk around the block this evening. The temperature was warmer then it has been lately.
I saw Aqualung sitting on the bus stop across the street from the Circle K. He appeared to be sober, believe it or not. I haven’t seen him since last fall.
Aqualung: “Hey Pops. Wanna buy some vodka?”
[I assume that I was to buy it and give it to him.]
Roger: No thanks, I don’t drink.
Roger: Where have you been?
[It seems that the wall was keeping the wrong people out.]