I know you were looking for some kind of road stories, Lisa... but road stories are better told when being reflected on. They come in snippets of information that need to be stitched together to make any kind of sense... like a series of white lines that only turn into a highway when you've backed away from them a… Continue
Added by David Vidal on March 8, 2012 at 1:30am —
Now that a national hissy fit has been thrown regarding proposed legislation to stop rampant internet piracy (thus cowing the bovine politicians we sometimes mockingly refer to as our 'leaders' into submission), I think we should look at the real issue at hand regarding… Continue
Added by David Vidal on January 20, 2012 at 8:30pm —
Last week, my home state of New Mexico marked its centennial anniversary of statehood. Before that, it was a territory. And before that, it was part of Mexico. And so on.
New Mexico was given statehood in 1912. They taught us that in school, like they taught us about Coronado… Continue
Added by David Vidal on January 15, 2012 at 12:00am —
Unbeknownst to Mitt Romney, his presidential bid is doomed to failure. His fate is sealed. The White House just ain't in the cards. How do I know this? Simple, really. I hitchhiked through Utah in the early 1970's.
As Joe Walsh once stated in an album title, "You Can't Argue… Continue
Added by David Vidal on January 6, 2012 at 11:00pm —
Nature is the Great Teacher, the Great Leveller... the Big It. So it is always humbling to learn from Her.
My most recent encounter was in the world of that most humble of creatures, the squirrel. Tree rats, as some folks disparagingly call 'em around here.
Squirrels are generally perky little creatures, chattering with their tails wagging in warning to their kin about potential danger. They bury nuts, which grow into trees, if they aren't eaten beforehand. And… Continue
Added by David Vidal on January 5, 2012 at 1:30am —
I started blogging back in the day when Myspace was an actual viable social network. That bygone era before Facebook was deemed Ruler of All Social Networks, and Myspace became the advertising flyer attached to peoples’ Facebook pages that’s about as appealing as the inside of Rupert Murdoch’s brain on bad acid.
I can’t tweet. Or at least I won’t. Except maybe on the rare occasion when I sense that my twelve rabid Twitter followers are just salivating in… Continue
Added by David Vidal on September 18, 2011 at 3:00pm —
In those final, strange days, rhyme and reason became irrelevant. Plastic bags rose on balmy breezes, like birds of a feather, flocking together. The mottled sun sank into an oily sea, and indeed few dared openly doubt God was in his Heaven and all was right with the world.
Thought, once relegated to the highest common denominator of human endeavour, was reduced to mere flashes of semi-consciousness, expressed in grunts and bulbous gestures by humanoid creatures barely more… Continue
Added by David Vidal on March 3, 2011 at 6:56am —
Eloise and Evelyn got to the top of the escalator, eggplant firmly in hand. As they got off, they couldn't help but notice that a priest, a rabbi and Batman were getting on the descending escalator. The de-escalator, as it were.
"What is this... a joke?" Evelyn groaned.
"We're going to a bar!" Batman boasted.
"Why don't you join us?" rasped the rabbi.
"Please!" panted the priest. "Bring your eggplant!"
"What the… Continue
Added by David Vidal on March 2, 2011 at 4:06am —
With every thing that is going on in the news these days.... the WikiLeaks stories, the tax bill, two wars and so on, it is telling that one of the dominant scoops in the American media is a video clip of Miley Cyrus smoking a bong at her eighteenth birthday party.
Oh. My. God. Say it ain't so!
Why in the world this is supposed to be such shocking and distressing news, I have no idea. And yet we have her father, Billy Ray Cyrus (the only guy who ever actually… Continue
Added by David Vidal on December 11, 2010 at 11:30pm —
Quite literally, it has always seemed to rain animals at our house. Little ones, mostly. Of all types. Squirrels, various birds, snakes, lizards, rabbits. And the occasional cat or dog. Not that they fall out of the sky. But they might as well. They fall into our laps.
Usually it's been one of the kids finding some critter that fell out of a nest. Or that they somehow came home from school with. Like the crawfish. And the bullfrog. And, of course, Treasure the Chicken. Who lasted a few… Continue
Added by David Vidal on September 10, 2010 at 1:51am —
Our son Sam brought home a baby mockingbird. Or more accurately rescued it. He's been doing this kind of thing since he was little. Finding a baby squirrel, a baby pigeon, etc. that fell out of its nest and was about to be devoured. The only one who ever survived the orphanage and rejoined its clan was a baby crow, and that because crows are way more like us than we care to admit. They are scavengers who will eat darn near anything, very clever, gregarious, stick together in extended families… Continue
Added by David Vidal on August 6, 2010 at 2:26pm —
Why is it that creativity comes so easily to some, and hardly at all, or with great difficulty, to others? Is it something that can be taught, like macrame... or is it something that even should
be taught if it could be, seeing as it's really not conducive to making a living. Which is, after all, in our society, ostensibly what we are here to do.
Being a creative sort, I have a problem with that old and irritating question... "what do you do?"… Continue
Added by David Vidal on June 18, 2010 at 6:29am —
I thought I might stop at the La Posada Hotel in Winslow, Arizona to eat. It's a fully restored Fred Harvey hotel, harking back to the thirties in every way. But alas, I didn't feel like stopping there either. On to Flagstaff, and over the mountains to Seligman, a tiny town where they advertise the birth of Route 66. My youngest son Sam and I broke down there once, years ago, on the way back to California from Bluewater Lake. Ended up spending several days while the Aerostar was being fixed. It… Continue
Added by David Vidal on April 3, 2010 at 10:19pm —
The tags for the van finally came to the house. My wife sent them to me. So for the last leg of my journey, I was officially legal.
I stopped in Bluewater Lake on the way home. It's right off Interstate 40, before you hit Gallup going west from Albuquerque. We own a small trailer there, on a pinon and juniper covered lot overlooking the reservoir. The trailer used to belong to the neighbors, and when they upgraded, we bought it from them and moved it over. Had a little work done to… Continue
Added by David Vidal on April 3, 2010 at 1:27am —
The next morning I stopped at a Mexican restaurant (notice a pattern here?) for breakfast. And hit the road toward Colorado. My sister Lou Ann and her husband live in Loveland, a foothill community just north of Denver. I hadn't seen them for awhile.
The sky was clear, but it was windy as I headed west on Interstate 80.
Having grown up in the Far West, I forget that the Midwest is the West too. When you're there, you can feel it in the history, and the people, and the lay of… Continue
Added by David Vidal on March 31, 2010 at 4:33pm —
Josh had a show in Omaha that night. Some kind of restaurant gig. But he said he'd be back with his guitar player to do an opening set at The Zoo Bar. He asked if I wanted to play some slide guitar with them. I always want to play some slide guitar.
So I showed up a bit before nine. Found a parking spot around the corner from the club. Cozied the van up to a snow bank. Brought my stuff inside... a couple of guitars and stands. The club had a p.a. and a sound man. I was relieved to… Continue
Added by David Vidal on March 29, 2010 at 1:34pm —
About thirty miles out of Lincoln, I called Josh Hoyer. The reception was lousy, so the ensuing communication was a combination of half finished phone conversations and text messages. He guided me to the Super 8 Motel, where a room was reserved.
Since I was there a day early, I'd agreed to pay for the room the first night. The Zoo Bar would pick up the tab for the second night.
The parking lot was almost totally covered with ice. I wasn't confident about the van's ability to… Continue
Added by David Vidal on March 24, 2010 at 1:03am —
The first time I traveled Interstate 80 eastbound was soon after I got out of high school. A friend of mine was going to Minneapolis, and I rode along with him. I don't remember Lincoln from that trip, honestly, nor Omaha. But Des Moines left an impression, because there were hookers on the corners. I don't know why, but that took me by surprise. I just hadn't expected street walkers blatantly doing business right out in the open in Iowa. It's funny how the world is not at all as you'd imagine… Continue
Added by David Vidal on March 20, 2010 at 6:39pm —
The next morning it was snowing. Wendell called a mechanic he knew, because I had failed to get the nut unscrewed to check the transmission fluid level. Not that I didn't try. I just couldn't get the thing to budge once I crawled under there, because it had been put on so tight.
So I stop by the garage, and the mechanic gets it up on the lift, unscrews the nut and finds the fluid level is fine. Hmmm. Maybe it was overfilled? Who knows. I stop worrying about it. For now. And head… Continue
Added by David Vidal on March 20, 2010 at 5:01pm —
My dad owned an old Gibson acoustic guitar. He had it as far back as I can remember. I used to lay it on my lap, when I was like four, and slide my fingernails on the strings. I always liked the way it sounded, sliding up the neck. I realize now that's where my bottleneck guitar playing started.
He used to sing old cowboy songs. "Streets of Laredo". "Red River
Valley". Stuff like that. He also played some pretty mean boogie woogie piano. My older sisters had a vocal trio. I grew up… Continue
Added by David Vidal on March 18, 2010 at 1:04pm —