Our worst dreams have come true on this day of evil known as 6-6-6. Late in the afternoon, Satan made his – or her – appearance, kicking up all of the sands and dust to be found from Mexico to Phoenix and blanketing Arizona with a cloud so thick and hot that if you weren’t sure before, you were certain now that you are living in hell. The sun was blotted out, our lungs seared by scorching heat and dirt, and my fellow man was wiped from the face of the earth. Jesus had come and taken away nearly everyone but me – too bad, they returned as the dust settled. Wouldn’t you know it, turns out it was your common everyday old dust storm.
Motor Vehicle Department
I had to exchange the license plate the Motor Vehicle Department sent me for the new Hyundai so we could keep our current vanity plate. I know a little secret though about avoiding anger at this renowned place of frustration – go visit the Scottsdale branch near Kierland where you will never wait more than 10 minutes and on any given day there can’t be more than 35 people in the place. So what does our vanity plate read, for those of you who don’t like me, it is “Eye H8 U2” and for those of you who like me, well, you know what it is because you see me all the time.
The Green Monster
This is the Green Monster hot dog delivery van serving up Fenway Park dogs, heck the real monster is up on top of this thing ready to scare children and adults away. Click the photo to open the larger image and you’ll see that Mr. Dog in a Bun is applying ketchup to his head, need I mention that thing between his two feet, not that hot dogs are supposed to have feet, but this wiener is all man where it counts. Heck, is that really ketchup or might it be lube? Just what is this truck really about?
It’s Getting Melty ‘Round Here
Ok, so it’s hot outside, but the market for selling your home is getting downright cold. Drive around Phoenix and you will see two or three “for sale” signs on each block. On weekends you can easily see dozens and dozens of open house signs begging someone to come in and take a home off the market. This guy apparently fired his real estate agent and figures a giant wall side banner announcing his noisy main thoroughfare location on an acre lot will bring buyers in droves with the super low price of three-quarters of a million dollars or 360 easy payments of only $3000 per month.
Demolition ?
The sign identifying this odd building as a church is now gone. The perimeter grounds are falling into blight. Is it only a matter of time before this Paradise Valley pyramidal landmark meets the wrecking ball? I have never paid attention to which religious denomination used to worship here, as I have been more entertained with the idea that it was some church of the aliens and this was their spacecraft in disguise. Another idea I fancied was that the citizens of this rich enclave of Arizona were practicing an ancient Egyptian religion sustaining their wealth and preparing them to be mummified and entombed in a sarcophagus deep in the catacombs below the pyramid. Maybe it will be renovated into a Wienerschnitzel.
Drive-Thru
I would have to admit that using the handicap access ramps, maneuvering the door, and going into a cold air-conditioned lobby is probably a lot less convenient than just pulling up to the drive-thru. This guy is staying around the corner and had just gotten out of the pool, being on vacation here in Arizona. It’s nice to be so casual.