TUESDAY TRAVELS

Today marks the last picture of the Shorts Tour from Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico, to Boissevain, Manitoba, Canada in the summer of 1988. Unlike the others, this photo was not taken at a state border.

No, Gentle Readers, this was one unscheduled stop when I spotted this sign at an intersection in South Dakota. 

As you will soon realize, I just had to stop.

White, South Dakota, is a city (?), population 485 in the 2010 census, named for an early settler, W.H. White. Thirteen-and-a-half miles away is Bruce, South Dakota, a city (?) with a population of 204 in the 2010 census. It was originally called Lee but was renamed in 1883.

Now most people probably wouldn't find that interesting but for a white boy named Bruce that intersection was nigh unto irresistable for yet another photo opportunity.

(Special thanks to the photographer for this series, the incomparable Judy, a.k.a. She Who Must Be Obeyed.)

SIGNS OF THE TIMES

Here's a street name in my town that may be due for a change one of these days.

The street is named for the Arizona Sundogs, a hockey team that played out of Prescott Valley. It captured the championship in only their second season in the Central Hockey League in 2007. 

But days turned dark last season as team officials announced they were suspending their 2014-2015 season for a variety of reasons including slower than expected off-season revenue.

There was talk of a team being formed to join a different league but so far nothing has come to pass.

Incidentally, the team played their home games in Tim's Toyota Center. The arena and building has lost its sponsorship and is now known as simply the Prescott Valley Event Center. It's been hosting events such as a gun show, a dog show and a bridal show.

But Mannheim Steamroller is bringing their annual Christmas show to the Center next December. Maybe the street name can be changed to Mannheim Drive!

JUST A NORMAL WEEKEND

Prescott, Arizona, is a magnet on hot summer weekends. This one is no exception as a big arts and crafts fair has set up for business on the Courthouse Square and thousands of visitors and probably even some locals have clustered there.

Residents of the baking hot desert cities to our south probably make up most of the visitors, enjoying somewhat cooler temperatures under the huge leafy trees on the plaza.

Local buskers show off their musical talents as they try to fill up an instrument case with donations.

Adding to the "state fair" atmosphere are the food booths, filling the air with savory aromas.

But it's not all burgers, barbecue and tamales. This year some newcomers have sprouted up to satisfy different tastes.

In the crowd of ballcaps and sun hats and sandals, some people are maintaining their individualism.

It's a fun day but all this walkin' and gawkin' makes a fellow tired.

I think I'll head for home and a nap.

Good idea?

HIPPITY-HOP-HOPPING

We had a couple of visitors to the yard this week. We had seen either them or others like them for weeks in the neighborhood but I put a little water in a dish and these two quickly discovered it.

We watched them for a long time and were amazed at how patient they are. While they did play a little, hopping around after each other, they often sat absolutely frozen for minute after minute, gauging their surroundings and listening for any possible danger.

The one in front seemed to be dominant and he eventually hopped around to the other side of the dish and positioned himself for a sip.

And finally, after endless minutes of his watchful state, he bent down and drank.

It must have pleased him as, when he finished, he scampered about, playing with his companion for awhile before I came outside to fill the dish and they both ran through the gate and away.

I suspect they'll be back.

FRIDAY FUNNIES

Here we go again. Pickin' on us older folks.

All right, folks, that's it. Have a fantastic and funny weekend and always keep laughing!

THROWBACK THURSDAY

Swimming, anyone?

Me (left) and my buddy, Jim, at Lake Carlyle, Saskatchewan, Canada, in the 1940's.

Forty some years later. A snorkeling trip with my buddy, Baseball Steve (not shown), off the coast near Puerto Vallarta, Jalisco, Mexico. The dapper pilot's name is lost in the shrouds of memory.

FUN AT THE LIBRARY

In the lobby of the Prescott Valley Library is a wonderland of art objects. In previous posts, I've shown you the dragonfly and the bottlebrush tree. Today we wind it up with the true stars of the show.

If you use your imagination, you can almost see that big fish swimming under water.

But his neighbor, inching along, says there is no water.

Unless, of course, he's a sea snail, wearing his heart on his front.