The area just north of the Pima County Historic Courthouse isn’t a stranger to us. We’ve been to the Tucson Museum of Art plaza for art fairs and on our way to look for murals. And the murals by Bill Singleton (and sons) and others take us there. Between the MLK Holiday and the Meet […]
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It was too cold to ride this morning, I told myself. So instead of riding while Sal was at the groomer, I headed out to a familiar coffee shop near the Catalina Highway. This is where I insert the phrase “…behold the power of random conversation.” After parking myself at a table near the back
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As I have been piecing together the stories of my hometown, I ran across three stories of three men who shared a name but were unrelated. Maynard Dixon. Maynard Pike. Harry Maynard. Mr. Dixon is a famous creator of southwestern art who made Tucson his home late in life. A gallery of his art resides
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Attaching a specific dish to a certain holiday is more common than you might imagine. Obviously there is turkey on Thanksgiving. Ham on Easter. Grilled meat on Memorial Day, the 4th and Labor Day. And our aforementioned breakfast casserole on Christmas. I might offend my Southern (and Texas) friends who snarf down black eyed peas
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There it is on the breakfast table every Christmas: the egg-and-sausage casserole. It is simple enough to make: 6 eggs, a cup of grated American cheese, 2 cups of milk, whipped together with a dash of mustard and salt. Poured over browned Jimmy Dean sausage on a bed of Crescent rolls in a flat dish.
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Dear Mexico, Thank you for a most enjoyable day. It was nice to meet you in person. Your city of Agua Prieta welcomed me and I saw things I hadn’t seen in years. And a lot of new things and experiences. Through my host, Vicki, my coffee dealer, I met a music teacher, a youth
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Attending this festival at the DeGrazia Gallery in the Sun Museum was a true immersion in culture. From the art in nthe gallery, to the food being served in the courtyard to the performers on the stage, it truly sucked you in and exposed you to a true southwestern experience. And I finally realized where
It is evident to me every day that I am here in Tucson that this is NOT the town I left 47 years ago. No duh. It is a real community of culture, food, people and art. Especially art. Sal and I are out at least once a day and collecting photos of the art
With apologies to John Steinbeck, I’m borrowing his title “Travels with Charlie” for a few installments of this blog. As I (and, hopefully, you, dear reader) have discovered, my travel companion has really opened my eyes. And lots of doors. And broken the ice with lots of strangers. You see, Sally, my Cairn Terrier, has
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They did it again. They managed to merge cycling with culture, food, dance, art and just about anything a community has to offer into a short ride. This time it was from north to south. Beginning in the Barrio Viejo neighborhood and leading participants to it’s terminus at 29th Street (or so). Along the way
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