I’m not sure what this post is supposed to be about, a motorcycle ride with Donna’s sister Georgianna, or testing an unfamiliar point & shoot digital camera. I’ll start with the camera.
Georgie exploring the prison camp ruins
Our old Canon G9 point & shoot was the family camera until we bought a big […]
Our niece Rebecca’s been working toward a master’s degree in social work at Western New Mexico University. She did a semester in residence a couple of years back, then moved back to Seattle to finish her coursework on line. She graduated last Friday and we went with her to Silver City NM to watch her […]
This is a follow-up to a previous post, Historical Thingness, where I posted an old photo of The Thing in its original Route 66 location near Barstow, California. Today The Thing (pictured at left) resides near the southern Arizona town of Dragoon, just off Interstate 10 at Exit 322.
The Thing is an old-timey roadside […]
I found a pretty great photo of my blog’s namesake, the infamous desert highway mystery attraction/tourist trap known as “The Thing.”
The original “The Thing,” Route 66, Barstow, California
This photo dates from the 1950s, when The Thing was in its original Mojave Desert home on Route 66 near Barstow, California. It moved to […]
And so the catch-up bloggage begins, now that visits and trips are over and I once again have time to blog. I hope you’ll forgive my temporary absence.
South of Flagstaff, Arizona
My friend and motorcycle maintenance guru Ed is a fellow Goldwing rider. We get along well, see eye-to-eye on how to ride, […]
I feel bad about not blogging. With the house full of company the past week and a half, my only internet access has been via iPhone or iPad. Sure, lots of folks are perfectly happy typing with one or two fingers, but I’m not one of them. I took a typing class in 9th grade […]
I started learning and collecting bawdy songs when I was in the Air Force; every fighter squadron I flew had an unofficial songbook (that’s one of my old squadron songbooks on the left). Midway through my USAF career I started running with the Hash House Harriers, who, like rugby players and fighter pilots, share a […]