John Wise

What do you get when you take a cheap, run-down $450-a-month apartment in a bad neighborhood and call it a condo? Rich! That is what this apartment owner is hoping for. At 595 square feet (55 square meters) this newly refurbished largish 1-bedroom-closet is now on sale for $120,000 – and it comes with covered parking! Since laundry machines are so bulky and noisy these master-planned luxury units offer luxury laundry rooms near the pool. With such wonderful digs in your newly improved neighborhood and the expensive pool and grounds maintenance costs, owners will be paying on average $140 in HOA fees, but that includes water and trash. So your walls are still paper-thin and the neighbor stomping upstairs is guaranteed not to be moving out soon – this place is all yours for the rest of eternity.

Next to security cameras, alarms, guard dogs, barred windows, and a well-lit corner location, what else does the modern business need? RAZOR WIRE!

There is a very nice festival on August 9th in the Hindu calendar called Raksha Bandhan. On this day sisters and close friends offer their brothers a rakhi to be worn on their right wrist to ward off evil. As can be seen from above, rakhis can be found in many different colors sporting a variety of charms, but simple threads wound together and tied around the wrist are also offered. Once put on they are seldomly taken off intentionally. I have seen these rakhis lose color and become threadbare after months of wear. I would venture to guess that some rakhi make it to the following year and the next celebration of Raksha Bandhan.

This is what you will see on so many corners of Phoenix, Arizona. When the bulldozers come in and rip every shred of the desert away, flatten the land and then abandon it, it becomes a barren wasteland of burned grass and trash. And if you are one of the citizens living near one of these patches in America’s sixth-largest and obviously wealthy city, you may not see any improvements here during your lifetime, as developers enjoy building new, financially more lucrative communities with bigger houses and bigger shopping areas rather than working on infill to raise property values. You might think the city government would care? Not a chance, it sees greater tax revenues from new neighborhoods, too. In any case, these older neighborhoods are destined to become ghettos as anybody with enough brains and money moves into the new McMansion communities sprouting up 40 miles further out in what used to be desert. If you don’t believe that we leave our great economically powerful cities to fall into disrepair, go on and visit Detroit, Buffalo, Superior, Milwaukee, Cleveland, Akron, Toledo, Syracuse, and Flint – some of the fastest shrinking cities in America, or are they too practicing this model of xeriscape?

I hate these streetside memorials. My apologies to families who have felt the need to place these random mini-monuments to departed loved ones as it is not my intention to be disrespectful of your loss. But your grief and probably violent loss intrude into my organized-by-choice happy view of the world.

I do not watch television or read local newspapers for a number of reasons. First is the inescapable repetitious display of local violent crimes which induces fear, worry, and a kind of false concern. Besides me and many others being taken to distraction by our knowledge of these violent acts, we are consumed by the fear of how and when this might happen to ourselves or a loved one. Your temporary cenotaph has the same effect as the endless parade of tragedy that is known as the evening news. I know the street can be dangerous, but I do not need your constant reminder day in and day out that someone died violently at this intersection. It is a given that we all die, that every day someone will suffer needlessly, but we do not put semi-permanent reminders in hospitals, we don’t maintain months-long vigils at hospice, and we don’t alter our homes with permanent memorials that remain when ownership changes hands. Your tragedy should not be part of the reality I choose to live with, stop intruding with your grief into my happiness.

I have no problems with cemeteries, they effectively remind us to respect those we have lost and are a memorial for those who have passed, they are the socially accepted places society has chosen to place our departed.

Caroline has suggested for the longest time that we make an effort to capture the many hundreds of religious signs that dot the American countryside from small towns to major metropolises offering advice, condemnation, warning, and salvation. Without a Daddy Deep-Pockets financing our ambling about we have many stops and little time to do-it-all and the signs have been assigned a low priority for photography. The sign above, though, caught our eye, and we felt it was worthy of being a photo of the day.

One of Caroline’s favorites was seen last year in Vernal, Utah, while on our way into Dinosaur National Monument. The sign from First Baptist Church read, “By Perseverance The Snail Reached The Ark”. Suppose telling you that her mom nicknamed Caroline ‘Schnecke’ at the time she was born would help you see the connection to this particular blurb. Even Dairy Queen has been known to get into the sign proselytizing; when out near Needles, California at Easter time we saw that someone replaced the daily Blizzard special with the more denominational “Happy Resurrection Day”. Schnecke, German for snail.