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Monthly Archives: March 2012

Brief Visit to Flagstaff and on to Meteor Crater.


There was no room at the inn at the Grand Canyon, so after spending the day there I headed for Flagstaff, which had a youth hostel.  I figured I could relive my youth as well as be down only $20 for the night, as opposed to 50.  I got to bed around midnight, entering into […]

Again, the Absurdity.


Another display of the universe’s fearsome absurdity came on October 9th, 1992, when a meteor streaked across the entire eastern United States, breaking up over Kentucky and being filmed in Pittsburgh and elsewhere while streaking to its destiny of knocking out a taillight on a parked 1980 Chevy Malibu in a driveway in Peekskill, New […]

The Hodges Meteorite.


A notable page from the chronicles of absurdity is the Hodges Meteorite, which on November 30th, 1954, formed a fireball visible in mid-day across three states, on its way to Talladega County, Alabama, where it crashed through the roof of a suburban home in Oak Grove.  It bounced off a wooden console radio, and struck […]

The Grand Canyon.


Definitely the best and biggest thing I saw in Arizona.  Probably best in pictures, of course.

Thomas Browne.


“It is the heaviest stone that melancholy can throw at a man, to tell him he is at the end of his nature; or that there is no further state to come, unto which this seems progressionall, and otherwise made in vaine; without this accomplishment the naturall expectation and desire of such a state, were […]

Grand Canyon with People.


To Williams, Arizona.


Route 66 runs on high ground in central Arizona, and the town of Williams, where I stopped for the night, has an elevation of 6,800 feet.  After sunbathing before lunch surrounded by bikini-clad beachgoers in Lake Havasu City, in Williams I slept where the snow was piled high in the streets.  I was refreshed by […]

Marilynne Robinson.


This woman sounds astonishingly promising for a contemporary professional writer.  She has a shot at being interesting.  I’ll find a way for a copy of something she’s written to get into my hands.

On the name “Kingman.”


For whatever reason, I find “Kingman” one of the most appealing names of all the Route 66 towns – if I were getting a Route 66 tchotchke, I think I would try to get one from Kingman.  I don’t know why.

Through Kingman.


I’ve found that when I have the blues like I’ve had, there are three things I want to do: 1) work more, as a relief from thought 2) drive around looking at things 3) buy stuff.  One possible explanation for American culture is that most people are actually as depressed as I have been recently. […]