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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It was a landmark for so many years. Then it was a place of remembrance of a tragedy. Earlier today I read a story of the history of the Pioneer Hotel. KGUN-TV’s Pat Parris interviewed the granddaughter of the Steinfields, pioneer merchants in Tucson. Mr. and Mrs. Steinfeld were 2 of the 29 victims of
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We play at least once each day, sometimes twice. Sal and I head to McCormick Park with her “flinger” and extra long leash. We play for 20 minutes or so, me flinging the 2-inch rubber ball and she chasing it. Over the shoulder catches that would make Willie Mays proud. Most days at
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It had been a lifetime since I had been to see the Winterhaven light displays. And it did not disappoint us. Long gone are the long lines of cars snaking through the small neighborhood of mid century homes. Now you can either ride a trolley, take a hayride wagon or walk. Sal and I opted
Years ago, I worked for a corporate division headquartered in Mukilteo, Washington (State). The general manager’s office had a window with a view of the Olympic Mountain Range. It looked out, un impeded, over Puget Sound. When you walked into the office, it was like you were viewing a huge painting. However, the ferry boats
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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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It calls itself “The City of Murals.” This city of 5,000 souls, 40 miles south and east of Tucson, was founded as a railroad town in 1880. On the day we passed through on our way to Agua Prieta, Sonora, my coffee dealer and I discovered this self-proclamation and the attendant art. About a dozen
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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
In an effort to fill the gap in my routine and exercise needs created by my slowdown in cycling, I’ve found walking and hiking is a great substitute. While my regular, daily walks with Sal help me maintain the basics, I was looking for something that included some socializing while discovering new places in my
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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
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