The tennis results from Sedona are encouraging. I lose to Mrs. Phred: 6-1, 6-2, 6-2, 6-2. I see a trend here. The backdrop for the empty public courts is interesting.
We have dinner in the Elote Mexican restaurant. It's been recommended to us. Mrs. Phred orders lamb. We have second thoughts about our dietary habits after visiting the farm animals at the Verde Valley County Fair and meeting the cows and lambs in person instead of on the plate. I try mezcal for the first time. It has a kick and looks and smells like the stuff I brewed up in a 55 gallon drum back in high school (after filtering out the bugs and dead rodents)..
We made another trip up to the little town of Jerome to listen to music. Unfortunately the information we had about the live music was bogus.
We visited the Spirit Room bar in Jerome. Someone was playing The Doors on the jukebox. We listened to my old college roommate, Jim, sing about the Blue Bus and Strange Days.
Strange days have found us
Strange days have tracked us down
They're going to destroy
Our casual joys
We shall go on playing
Or find a new town
Strange days have tracked us down
They're going to destroy
Our casual joys
We shall go on playing
Or find a new town
We find the fairground just before sundown.
I hope the front forks on this bike are sturdy.
They sang the Star Spangled Banner at the start of the rodeo.
They have the bucking broncos, bull riding and doggie wrestling and roping.
When the cowboys get thrown the hooves seem to come perilously close. I think its a sport that has a lot of broken bones which come along with the territory.
We see the prize pigs, steers, goats and lambs. It makes us think about what we eat.
Mrs. Phred thinks this goat has a strange face.
Saturday night at an Arizona County fair. Lots of kids. The lines for the rides are very long. Someone cooks giant plates of curly french fries smothered with cheese. We split an Italian sausage sandwich.
Strange days have found us
And through their strange hours
We linger alone
Bodies confused
Memories misused
As we run from the day
To a strange night of stone
We linger alone
Bodies confused
Memories misused
As we run from the day
To a strange night of stone
As night falls, the rides light up.
looks like you had a great time at the fair....bummer about the "music" I really like the lit up rides...sil
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