Andrew J. Lederer

Re Tucson, Arizona:

Q. Did you ever find a plunger?
A. Yes I did. (And nobody was any the wiser.)


Re Downtown Tucson:

Q. How can your father have eaten something called a Chocolate Xtreme blizzard at a place where they only serve vanilla ice cream?
A. Vanilla ice cream but chocolate syrup. (In a vanilla world, I guess that qualifies as "Xtreme".)

Funny about seeing things and people through the prisms of our own experiences and pre-dispositions.

I just got back from this great salad/soup/muffins/pizza/chili/pasta/ice cream/more buffet restaurant called Sweet Tomatoes. (In L.A., the same chain is called Souplantation and it's my favorite place there.) I got up to get something and when I returned to the table, my father was kissing (on the cheek) and otherwise enthusiastically greeting this old lady and old man.

"What," I thought to myself, "does my (young and vital) father have in common with these old people?"

Well, they're his friends, I guess. His (more or less) contemporaries.

But I don't see him that way -- I wonder if other people do?

Can I know? (Does it matter?)

Haven't told you yet about how, all around this area, there are those classic, fork-shaped saguaro cacti, the kind you see in old, black and white westerns -- the definitive cactus, I think (iconically speaking).

Oh, yeah -- and lots of western scrub brush.

And water tanks on the side of the road that say, "Water. Use it Wisely." (I guess its a precious commodity out here in the desert.

Just trying to make you feel like you're here with me.

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13 January, 2007 @ 22:38 GMT
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