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In & around Tucson, Arizona
We volunteered again (as we did last year) to man a sag stop for a bicycle race, Sunday’s Tumacacori Century. Does “sag” stand for anything? I don’t know. We’ll be setting up tables under a big shady tree near the intersection of I-19 and the Arivaca Road, then handing out water, Gatorade, fruit, granola bars, […]
I rode over to St. Gregory’s Preparatory School this morning for the annual car show. As usual, I ignored the muscle cars and concentrated on the oddballs and orphans that always catch my eye. Click on the thumbnails to view larger photos on Flickr.
I went down to the Pima Air & Space Museum for a volunteers’ meeting and while there took some photos with my cell phone camera, feeling quite the spy. This first photo, for example, was taken inside a storage room not open to the public. It’s a Japanese Kamikaze flying bomb, and there can’t be […]
In January 2010 I wrote about a bicycle mini-park and trailhead to be built at the foot of Mount Lemon, a popular bicycling route in East Tucson, and how at the last minute—after ten years of planning, after land had been zoned and architectural plans approved, T’s crossed and I’s dotted—asshole NIMBYs and a chickenshit […]
I didn’t fully see it until Romney started smirking during his press conference yesterday, but now I do: he’s another George W. Bush, and judging by his self-satisfied, uninformed comments on the administration’s actions during the attacks on our embassies in Libya and Egypt two days ago, every bit as smug and stupid. Well, all […]
Happy? Sure, why not? For one thing, this bag makes me happy. I wonder if I can find one for Donna? Damn, that was fast … thanks, Google! And only $79,95! Well, maybe for Christmas. I’d be happier if Donna weren’t coming down with the cold I’m finally shaking off. The bad part is she […]
When I woke up this morning everything outside was so pretty I grabbed my camera and almost walked out the door naked. Something about the light at 6:30 AM says “take the photo now or forget it.” Click on the thumbnails to enlarge: In the photos, taken outside our front door and in the back […]
Mount Lemon, that would be, just a 26-mile ride from my home at the base of the Santa Catalinas in northeast Tucson. We finally had a good monsoon rainstorm yesterday, and when I woke up this morning the sky was still overcast. I decided to get the Goldwing ready for a ride anyway, and that turned […]