Haboobalooba-a-whomp-bam-boom: Toutin’ tootin chili. (Or “It sure don’t taste like tomato juice.”)


Where were you when the haboob hit? Popular question echoing about all through the weekend. Me and my better 2/3rds spent an evening with the wonderful work (and world) of Bill Cunningham: photo-documentarian of global street fashion and NYC black tie society events, gentleman, saint.  Which had me pondering, Sunday, at this awesome “black bean” event […]

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It’s a dry beef.


124 degrees flashed car thermometers Valley wide. 119 read Mt. Caramel’s red LED display – without any ironic axioms about choice climate in the after life. “It’s a dry heat,” to be sure. And so is the face of the sun. The A/C in “The Guvnuh” – my flaking red ’84 Landcruiser – being of […]

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Come fly the friendly refrieds…


Though we lost naming rights of our beloved Dbx stadium: Before: The Bob Ahora: JP Morgan (Chase) Phoenix still owns the bragging rights on the coolest of airport names: Sky Harbor International Airport. Huh? Mira: We may not have any water but our air supply, even as it thickens and browns into a delectable lung gravy, […]

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