Tuesday, December 28, 2010

SIR FROG-A-LOG, LADY FLOP-A-LOT & LITTLE WEINERLY BEANS:))

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With bad weather approaching we figured we’d better lay in some supplies for a couple days so it was off to Bisbee’s southeasterly little burb of Warren we went.  Had heard there was a nice breakfast place called,'Mornings Cafe’ in Warren’s East end, so it didn’t take us long to find it.  Nice colorful southwestern décor & not too busy…..just the way I like it!!  Figured we would like to try another place other than the Bisbee Breakfast Club for a change.  The BBC is very popular & often times there is a wait for a table.  Because of the large number of people the BBC can seat, it is generally on the noisy side.  Noise is not something I get along with any more!!  We enjoyed a quiet breakfast at ‘Mornings Cafe’ & will probably return again if we are in the neighborhood.

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From ‘Mornings’ it was over to the Cochise Animal Hospital where Kelly put me on the list for a distemper & rabies shot hoping it would improve my disposition.  She also had her fingers crossed I wouldn’t bite any of the staff while there either.  Had me fitted for a muzzle & picked up a package of chewable dog treats for me too.  While there we also picked up a bag of dog food for the guys:))

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Ace Hardware has built a spanking brand new store across & down the Naco highway a bit from the Safeway store so we dropped in for a look see.  It’s a nice bright store in a rather tired area of the old mining town of San Jose, now part of overall Bisbee.  Store is spiffy, well stocked & likely has everything you need.  It is also new enough to generate a friendly staff still eager to be helpful.

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SAFEWAY & JIMMY’S LUNCH ARE UP THE ROAD TO THE RIGHT

Groceries at my favorite Safeway store & we were back to our digs east of Elfrida by 1:30.  Although not physically taxing, these little shopping forays totally knock me out & by the time we get home I feel like I’ve been dragged backwards up & over a mountain top!!

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I have always been one for hanging nicknames on people, places & things.  But perhaps it is pets that bear the main brunt of my labeling.  For some unknown reason, even to me, there seems to be a ‘Frog’ theme running through my nicknaming.  I have absolutely no idea why that is except, that it is.  My nickname for Max all these years & the one I use most is, ‘Bud.’  He is also ‘Buddy Boy,’ the ‘Budster,’ ‘Frog Boy,’ ‘Frog-a-log Dog', ‘Mr. Dog Face,’ & just plain, ‘Mr.’ 

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Checkers I call ‘Swamp’ most of the time but she is also saddled with, ‘Frog,’ ‘Frogger,’ ‘Swamper,’ ‘Swamper Hog’ or ‘Big Old Swamp Dog.’  She has a habit of walking along & just flopping down anywhere so that has also garnered her the names of, ‘Flopsterson,’ ‘Flopasaures,’ & Flop-a-lot.’

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But, it is our little Cora who carries the heaviest sack of nicknames.  I never much cared for the name of Cora which she brought with her when she came to stay with us.  After watching her energized playful personality years ago, she became the ‘Motormouse.’  My current name for her now is, ‘Beans.’  That comes from the fact she wakes up some mornings raring to rip & just ‘full of beans.’  She is also commonly referred to by me as, ‘Weiner Dog,’ ‘Weiner,’ ‘Weinerly Beans', ‘Buffalo Beans,’ ‘Muffin Face,’ ‘Schnutz,’ ‘Mouse,’ ‘Beansy Bum,’ ‘Motor,’ ‘Frog Face,’ ‘Baby Beans,’ ‘Bat Face,’ ‘Beaner,’ & ‘Beanzy.’

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Sometimes when Max & Checkers are walking side by each down the road I often think, there goes ‘Sir Frog-a-log’ & ‘Lady Flop-a-lot.’  As well, I often refer to the guys as the ‘Bayfield Bums’ therefore giving all of them the collective names of, ‘The Bumster Gang’ or ‘The Funny Face Gang.’  Oh, tis quite a time I have here with all my changing nicknames for my Pals:))  I’m not sure what name the guys have for me but it may not be printable anyway:))  Oh, & does Kelly use any of these names for the dogs??  Nope, just me.  To Kelly, they are simply, Max, Checkers & Cora!!

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THE BUMSTER GANG

Had a very productive couple of hours at Monday’s Photo Group in Elfrida.  Through the use of Picasa’s 3.8 photo program plus accompanying photography tips I was able to help the folks in attendance make their already good photos look just a tad better.  Cropping, saturation, contrast, graduated tint, soft focus & focal B&W were just a few of the tools I was able to help people with.  What a great feeling for me when I am able to do something helpful like that.  Those couple hours just made my whole day:))

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Looks like we have some bad weather coming in on us towards the end of the week.  Temps steadily dropping, rain in the forecast along with the chance of snow.  Overnight lows of 18F.  After all the great weather so far this winter, I guess it’s just our turn to head into the dumpster for awhile.  And yes, Arizona does sometimes get snow:((

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A DISTANT NEIGHBOR…….BOTTOM RIGHT

How nice to have a large library of Big Band music on my laptop.  I don’t much care for night time television so while Kelly watches her shows I strap on my headphones most nights & head on down one of my many memorable music lanes.  Tonight I was in the mood for Glen Miller, The Mills Brothers, Tommy & Jimmy Dorsey, Vaughn Monroe, Vera Lynn, Les Paul & Mary Ford, The Andrews Sisters, Benny Goodman, Duke Ellington & Etta James, just to mention but a few.  What a wonderful age of music those years were & how fortunate I am to remember that music as a small boy.  To this very day, whenever I listen to that golden age of music it has a calming effect & gently takes me by the hand & walks me back through the years to an age & a time unlike anything kids of today will ever remotely understand.  It was an age of true music.  An age of golden voices, mellow strings, horns & true masterful talent.  The song writing was sensitive, melancholy, intelligent & reflected a bygone era we will never see or feel again.   How fortunate I consider myself to be, as a small boy, to have spent my early childhood listening to what may well have been the greatest music era many of us will ever remember.  What will the kids of today have to remember……!!

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GROANER’S CORNER:((  I stopped at a friends house the other day and found him stalking around the kitchen with a flyswatter.  When I asked if he had gotten any flies he answered, "Yeah, 5 .... 3 males and 2 females."  Curious, I inquired as to how he could tell the difference.  He answered, "It's easy, 3 were on a beer can and 2 were on the phone.

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Monday, December 27, 2010

TOMBSTONE ARIZONA

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I THINK THESE FELLAS ARE   WAITING ON THE McLAURY BOYS!! 

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THE INFAMOUS TOWN OF TOMBSTONE ARIZONA AS WE SAW IT ON OUR COLD MORNING WALK DECEMBER 29TH, 2006.  WE HAVE BEEN BACK SEVERAL TIMES SINCE.

About a week ago I had mentioned the town of TOMBSTONE ARIZONA in my blog.  Had intended to put a few photos in with that but couldn’t find them.  Thursday while scrounging for Christmas pics I came across my Tombstone file.  You will hear a lot of things about Tombstone & how it is commercialized.  It’s partially true, & there is little of the old original Tombstone left anymore.  Hard to know what is authentic & what isn’t. Unfortunate, but it is the way the town has had to survive & regardless of criticism, Tombstone will still give you a sense of the old wild west town it once was.

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Kelly & I picked out a place to look through when we were there a few years ago & I must say I was very skeptical of it’s claim of historic authenticity. 

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I would now say the ‘BIRDCAGE THEATRE’ is authentic alright & I base that simply from the building itself.  No mistaking that old musty smell when you walk through the door.  I must admit, this place is eerie.  Kelly & I were the only visitors there as we slowly made our way around the dimly lit & stony silent interior peering into old museum like glass cases at many rustic artifacts of the day.  I suggest you click on the link above & read the short article on the Birdcage Theatre’s notorious past.  Twenty six people died within the very walls Kelly & I were walking.  Wyatt Erp, his brothers & Doc Holliday all walked these same floorboards.  Nothing has been done to restore the inside of this place & that is why it smells musty & moldy.  The building has not been restored & I really appreciated that, but the building itself is slowing dying.  I took photos inside but did not use my flash.  I tried to capture the true eeriness of this buildings infamous history.

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THE SAYING ‘IF ONLY THE WALLS COULD TALK’ TOOK ON REAL MEANING HERE……

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THIS IS TOMBSTONE’S ORIGINAL HEARSE & I AM SURE IT TRANSPORTED MANY A TOMBSTONE RESIDENT TO BOOT HILL JUST OUTSIDE OF TOWN….THIS ROOM IS RIGHT BEHIND THE STAGE

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THE BIRDCAGE’S BASEMENT ROOM THE LINKED ARTICLE TALKS ABOUT…..WYATT ERP

Tombstone’s Boot Hill is a real cemetery with real dead people buried there.  It is one of the town’s main attractions.  No entry fee, but donations for the cemeteries upkeep are accepted in the Gift Shop.  .DSC_0046-1

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Tombstone is only a half hour drive west of where we are staying right now.

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GROANER’S CORNER

The cowboy lay sprawled across three entire seats in the posh Amarillo theatre. When the usher came by and noticed this he whispered to the cowboy, “Sorry, sir, but you re only allowed one seat.” The cowboy groaned but didn’t budge. The usher became more impatient. “Sir, if you don’t get up from there, I m going to have to call the manager. The cowboy just groaned. The usher marched briskly back up the aisle. In a moment he returned with the manager. Together the two of them tried repeatedly to move the cowboy, but with no success. Finally, they summoned the police. The cop surveyed the situation briefly then asked, “All right buddy, What’s you re name?” “Sam,” the cowboy moaned. “Where ya from, Sam?” With pain in his voice Sam replied…. “The balcony.”

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