Last year, Stephen, a guy I work with, called me over to his computer and told me I had to listen to this band he discovered on YouTube. That band was The Dead South. Continue reading “The Dead South Rises Again”
I look forward to the annual Mexican Artistry weekend at the Superstition Mountain Museum. Artisans from Oaxaca and Mata Ortiz display their crafts, ranging from pottery, wood-carving and silver work. Liz and I manage to add to our collection every year. Continue reading “Mexican Artistry”
A day of fantasy and binge drinking! Oh, and the Renaissance Festival…
I always look forward to the annual Arizona Renaissance Festival. Eight weeks of hell for Gold Canyon residents… but the Ren Faire was there first. As Ded Bob said, when you get to Gold Canyon you realize it is just Apache Junction! Continue reading “Renaissance Festival”
Lost Dutchman Days Parade and Rodeo… Liz was in the parade, so my day was off to an early start.
I dropped her off at the staging area, and then headed to Captain’s for biscuits and gravy, and a Bloody Mary. Captains is only a few hundred feet away from the parade route, how fortunate. Continue reading “Lost Dutchman Days Parade”
I have dabbled in abstract painting. I have even done some realism. Neither style has captured my enthusiasm. I want my paintings to tell a story. Maybe not my story, some some story. I have not seen much abstraction that brings the viewer into a story. Continue reading “Dive Bars and Neighborhood Establishments”
I was raised on country music. We didn’t have a lot of music playing at my house when I was growing up, but when it was, it was Johnny Cash, Marty Robbins, Patsy Cline. We watched Hee Haw on TV. In black and white.
I was introduced to Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson when I lived in Florida. Terry Wayne, Butch and Chuck had this white dodge van that we would cruise the streets of Ocala in, with Waylon and Willie playing on the 8-track. Continue reading “Waylon Jennings”
The Superstition Wilderness is known as some of the most arduous hiking terrain in the United States. In the desert, everything fights back. We no longer have to be wary of Apache raiders, but the mountains still have their own surprises.
Last week, at the Superior Antique Show, Liz and I picked up a handful of vintage postcards of the Superstition Mountain and Tonto National Forest area. Several were hand-colored, including this gem of the mountain as viewed from what is now known as Gold Canyon. Continue reading “Postcards from the Edge (of the Superstitions)”
Arizona boasts many small towns with fanciful names. I reside in Apache Junction, named for the tribes that inhabited much of Arizona, even though not too many Apache spent much time in this part of the Valley. Show Low is named after a fateful card game, and of course everyone has heard of Tombstone. There is Surprise, Cave Creek, Globe, Top of the World, and the subject of today’s rant, Superior. Continue reading “Superior Arizona”
Hi, I am Carl, and I am a recovering fundamentalist.
I entered a 12-step program in 2010. The particular program is non-incidental to this book. There are many 12-step programs. I was hesitant to participate in this particular program due to the emphasis placed on the “higher power”. I associate that ‘higher power’ with my own entrenched definition of ‘god’. Continue reading “doG”