Wednesday, March 8....Photographs and Memories

Definitely can’t say I was up early...but I was up earlier than Kim.  He was taking pictures of the heavens last night and stayed up ‘til the wee hours of the night.  So this morning I snuck out of bed as well as someone can sneak out off an air mattress, grabbed the computer and headed up to the clubhouse.  We weren’t going to get on the road early anyway, so I figured he could use the extra sleep. 
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I’ve been going up to the clubhouse to get online…it’s got the best signal.  Clubhouse hours are 8 am to 7 pm, so in the evening I have to sit outside.  There’s a bench strategically located and I get to greet all those heading to the bathroom.  I prefer sitting inside…the chairs are more comfortable and it has power outlets.  However, it’s also contains the TV and there are several gentlemen who come in and watch FOX News and CNN.  Not every time I’m up here but often enough that I’ve heard more spin in the past week than in the last year.  And I think at one time I may have let out an incredulous snort or two at what I was hearing.  At home, I don’t have cable and I have little patience with the local news channel that repeats its broadcast in various forms 3 times in the evening.  It’s not that I don’t want to be informed, it’s just that hearing the same stuff over and over is maddening.  Today I came prepared…earphones and iTunes are just the ticket to block out that noise without offending anyone with my noise…as long as I don’t sing or hum along. ๐Ÿ˜
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One man who has been in to watch TV several times does a good deal of channel flipping.  He’ll watch FOX for a bit then flip to CNN…back and forth, back and forth.  During one of these sessions when the channel happened to be CNN, he declared to a woman, who wandered in looking for something, that it was getting so that he just hated Democrats.  He launched into his reasoning, then stopped and said, “I hope you’re not a Democrat…you’re not a Democrat, are you?”  She had the perfect answer…”No, I’m an Independent.  Have been for years.  But the way I see it the Republicans aren’t showing themselves in the best light either.  It’s happening on both sides.”  He was a stranger at that point; it wasn’t long after this exchange that I found him in our campsite talking to Kim and realized he’s our neighbor in lot #35….I’m sure he has a name, but I don’t know it…I call him #35.  When I came upon them, he was saying something about a pool, filtration and the necessity of getting something clean and he had brochures spread out on our picnic table…he sounded like a salesman.  As I walked into the trailer, from the bit of conversation I heard, I thought he was trying to sell Kim a pool filtration system and I honestly couldn’t figure out why Kim just didn’t tell him we don’t have a pool and therefore don’t need a filtration system.  Turns out #35 has been doing some sightseeing, has oodles of brochures and maps of the places he’s been and was just relating some of the knowledge he’s acquired.  Later Kim said that he just needed to talk to someone.  My misunderstanding of the situation gave me a good laugh. 
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Grapefruit disguised as an orange
Follow up on the grapefruit/orange saga…..#35 is the guy who left the grapefruit disguised as oranges on our table and he still has a big pile of them on his picnic table. Today, up in the clubhouse, when Kim came up to find me, #35 was up watching TV.  He saw Kim and said ‘Those oranges were a little bitter, weren’t they?’  Kim’s response was “Bitter is an understatement.  I didn’t even finish the damn thing, I threw it out.”  #35 went on to say that ‘I ate the whole thing because I figured I could use the citrus, but it sure was bitter’.  Also explained that he saw some people picking them off a tree along the road, so he stopped to do the same, then added ‘that maybe they weren’t ready yet…maybe the longer they stay on the tree, the sweeter they get’.  Kim said, “Well, yeah, those needed another year!”  As Kim was telling me this, I said “You didn’t even mention that they weren’t oranges?”  He simply said, “No.” ๐Ÿ˜‰ 
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Rode to Tombstone today.  Rapunzel said it was about a 2 hour run and since we left a little before 11 a.m., we went the direct route…I-10.  At least 1 ½ hours going 70-75 mph among the semis, cars, and RVs.  Not my favorite type of traffic.  Turned off at the exit for Benson and the last 30 miles were a lot more pleasurable.  Tombstone has plenty of history but it’s a typical tourist attraction. We walked the length of the town, appreciated the talent of the street performers, and then indulged in one of my favorite touristy things…old time photos!  Choose the right costume to get into character…select the right accessories: cowboy hats today to hide helmet hair, a rifle, a bottle of whiskey, a bag of money and feather boa...…add the little monkeys and a little sass…and voila! another one to put up on the wall. 
I am such a sucker for old time photos…and I’m grateful that Kim is willing to play along with me.  He has as good a cowboy look as he does that bad ass biker look.  Some people think doing this once is enough….not me. Caricatures and old time photos...we do have a stash of them!๐Ÿ˜Ž
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Norm the Nomad and a bad ass motorcycle rider
Ate lunch at the Horseshoe Cafรฉ in Benson. In the parking lot, a man was selling ‘thunder gourds’.  Had to walk over to check those out and while we didn’t buy one, we did talk a bit with the artist.  When I asked his name, he said ‘Norm, the Nomad’.  He started out by telling us about his craft, painted gourds that when shaken really do really sound like thunder.  Risingsunflowerflutes.com gives a good basic description: A Thunder Gourd is basically a drum made out of a gourd, with a spring attached to the drumhead.  When the spring is shaken, it creates vibrations that are amplified through the drumhead into the gourd resembling sounds like a thunder storm; it is impressive!   Anyway, he handpaints all the designs himself and told us his technique.   When I asked if he had one with Kokopelli on it, he said he doesn’t do Kokopelli for two reasons: 1. He’s too ubiquitous…meaning he’s everywhere and overdone, and 2. Somewhere along the line, his penis was cut off.  Say what??  Yes, he said it used to be a quite prominent feature of the hunched back flute playing deity of music, fertility and mischief.  Can’t say as I’ve ever seen one like he was describing and I didn’t tell him that I have one of those ubiquitous, penis-less dudes tattooed on my shoulder.  Anyway, we got to talking bikes and seems he used to or maybe still rides.  And when Kim told him about the 6 guys wanting their picture taken with a bad ass biker, etc.,  Norm said he doesn’t use that word; he prefers motorcycle enthusiast or motorcycle rider.  Don’t know why that would be, that’s just what he said.  It’s a lot more syllables, that’s for sure.   When we came back to the bikes after lunch, he came over to talk some more and he gladly posed for a picture with my bad ass motorcycle rider.  Yeah, that just doesn’t have the same ring…
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Johnny Bones and the little monkeys
I don’t know how to describe the street performer whose eyes lit up and whose smile got bigger when he realized I was I walking two little monkeys across the street for a picture with him.  He was most obliging for which I’m grateful because Moxie might have pitched a little fit if he had shook his head and refused. J  After I took a couple of pictures and put a tip in his spittoon, he said something as he handed the little monkeys back.  When I said “Excuse me, what was that?” he said “Oh, I just said (insert gibberish), and what does that mean?  I don’t know….it’s just some nonsense that comes out sometimes and I don’t always understand it either.”   Oddly, I could relate….๐Ÿ˜Anyway, this guy’s name is ‘Johnny Bones’ and the best description I can come up with of his costume is a whacky witch doctor from the psychedelic era who happens to wear glasses.  And my best description of what he does is shake the bells and bones attached to his body to the rhythm of a song.  And while it may seem like anyone can jump and shake and make noise, I watched for a while and I think what he does takes a bit of skill.  Carry on, Johnny Bones!!
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Okay, on a whim, I googled Johnny Bones.  Whoa!  Wasn’t prepared for this juicy little piece on phoenixnewtimes.com by Matthew Hendley from March 29, 2012: 
There's a gentleman in Tombstone who goes by the name of Johnny Bones, and he's causing a ruckus.
   Bones was arrested in February, and the American Civil Liberties Union now says Bones is being subjected to "malicious, unconstitutional" prosecution.
   There's some real Wild West stuff going on here.
   According to a report from the Tombstone Marshal's Office, Tombstone Councilmen Randall Davis and Jim Doherty came into the marshal's office asking what they were going to do about Bones -- who is known to the justice system as Ronald Koch.
   The councilmen explained they've been getting complaints about Bones busking (street performing) for a few days, and violating some rules, including busking without a permit.
   One of the deputies told the councilmen he looked up some cases, which made him believe the ordinance was unconstitutional.
   According to deputy's report, "[Davis] informed me that it was not up to me to say if something was unconstitutional or not, but that it was up to the courts."
   Even though the deputy said Bones had been performing in that same spot for the last six years he'd been in town, believed Bones wasn't disturbing the peace, and thought Davis was feeding him some "BS" about the circumstances, he went ahead and cited Bones anyway.
   New Times phoned up Davis over at his shooting gallery, and he explained Bones was causing problems by blocking a thoroughfare for pedestrians, and would occasionally infringe on someone's private property.
   That's when the council got involved, moving Bones about 100 feet away from that spot -- Davis says it's prime real estate in front of the O.K. Corral -- and passing the ordinance requiring a busking permit.
   Then Davis and a couple other city officials found out Bones had gone to the ACLU, after a letter arrived at city hall claiming Bones' First Amendment rights were being violated.
   "This brings a modern meaning to the O.K. Corral mentality when council members write a law directed at Johnny Bones' constitutionally protected activities and use this law to order Johnny's arrest despite the objections of law enforcement,"  ACLU of Arizona Legal Director Dan Pochoda says in a statement. "These overzealous politicians demonstrate a lack of concern for First Amendment protections and for the tab to Tombstone taxpayers resulting from litigation needed to insure these fundamental rights."
   The ACLU's argument doesn't seem to sit too well with Davis, as he's not exactly Bones' biggest fan.
   "He's a convicted felon -- murderer," Davis tells New Times. "He says he's been performing in Tombstone for five years -- two of those five years he was performing in prison. He won't conform to anything that's normal society."
   Even though the ACLU defended Bones' actual performance, saying it "provides a window into Tombstone's past; tourists listen to Johnny play the bones, have their photos taken with him, and learn a bit about Tombstone's rich history," Davis still isn't a fan.
   "I don't like it," Davis says. "But I have to admit, to the tourists and the kids, I guess it's enjoyable."
   On the subject of the ordinance, Davis says he thinks the city's OK with designating him to a certain area, but he concedes they may have to do away with charging Bones and others with permit fees.
   Bones has until April 19 to respond to the charges, so we'll have to wait to see how the drama plays out.

I’d have to say that Johnny Bones must have responded and it all worked out because he was performing on the streets of Tombstone as of yesterday.  Oh, and he has a Facebook page, too. ๐Ÿ˜Š
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Rode about 240 miles today….and it was a good day for a ride and full of moments that make for great memories!

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