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What’s going on in my life
My father died of liver cancer three years ago this month. May 31st, actually. It’s the kind of anniversary one remembers quietly, and I wouldn’t mention it here except that Lois, my stepmother, called this morning with news of Dad’s remaining siblings. Uncle Lindley, one of Dad’s older brothers, has lung cancer. Uncle Fay, the […]
A few more photos from my motorcycle trip. Click any photo to enlarge: Top row, left to right: Riding lessons for my grandson Quentin, 4/24/10 Spring Mountain to Pahrump, en route to Death Valley, 4/25/10 Bottom row, left to right: Old borox mine, Death Valley, 4/25/10 California poppies in the Mojave Desert (w/bee), 4/26/10 My […]
Day three of my Las Vegas trip. Drove up Friday with the motorcycle loaded on my trailer. Rode to Laughlin Saturday to check out the annual River Run, checked out the classic car display at the Riverside Casino, walked through the vendor displays out front, participated in a loud pipe Harley traffic jam, then rode […]
I’ve been planning a motorcycle trip for two months, and tonight am on the eve of it. There have been some inevitable last-minute changes. Originally I was going to ride from Tucson to Flagstaff via back roads, spend the night in Flag, then ride on to Vegas. But it’s snowing in Flagstaff, so I’m trailering […]
Over the past few weeks I’ve dug up and repaired my irrigation system, cut down brush, hauled away yard debris and a year’s worth of the kind of garbage the county won’t pick up and Goodwill doesn’t want, sprayed the weeds front and back, cleaned up the tool bench and work area in the garage, […]
Three photos from last night’s walk in downtown Tucson (click for larger): Left to right: Donna, Paul, & Schatzi at the start (Maynard’s Restaurant in the old train station) Paul, Donna (w/Schatzi), our friends Darrell & Sue at the Snake Bridge Crowd walking through the Tucson Presidio Last night’s run and walk marked the event’s […]
I laid a 3.5-mile trail for my hash house harrier club this morning. Donna and Schatzi joined the pack but cut about a mile off trail. It was enough for Schatzi — mid 80s, bright sunlight and no shade — and she was glad to be home. I don’t think she’s left that chair since.
Since I occasionally carry a weapon on long motorcycle trips, I decided I’d better get an Arizona concealed carry permit. I had a CCW permit before but foolishly allowed it to expire, which meant I had to take state-mandated training all over again to obtain a new permit. Never mind that Arizona’s on the verge […]