When last we spoke we were still in Florida but now we are in Lake Havasu City, Arizona. Getting here was a bit of a trial. While sitting at the Orlando airport Terry discovered that she did not have her car keys. Hm. We both went through all the bags. We called Dave and Debbi and they checked the house – no keys. What to do? Called the airport parking in Phoenix where the car was parked and they said no problem – they have a locksmith they use. Guess we aren’t all that unusual.
On the second of the two flights getting here we had a late middle aged woman (let’s call her Lady X) sitting behind us. Next to her were a black man and a white woman. Lady X leans over and asks the woman “Is this your husband?” and gets a yes. Then Lady X says “When I was 15 I was in love with a black man but then I got pregnant by a white man. I was heartbroken.” It was a good thing for the couple that the plane wasn’t full – they were able to find a couple of seats elsewhere.
As we waited for the locksmith, I decided to go through Terry’s suitcase one last time. And there, tucked into the bottom corner of the outer pocket were the keys. Thank goodness – who knows how much a locksmith would have cost us at 12:30am.
The road in to Oatman has many trees/shrubs decorated with Christmas decorations and tinsel. Oatman is an old gold mining town. (Side Note: Arizona’s Barkerville but with burros.) Between 1906 and 1941 they took 1.8 million ounces of gold out of the mine. When the gold ran out, the prospectors turned their burros loose. Now there are approximately 5600 of them roaming the desert. Apparently some government department says there should only be 1700 so there could be some serious culling going on at some point.
They not only roam the desert, they come right in to town looking for food. As we wandered in and out of the stores, I thought about how similar tourist stores are around the world from Oatman to Xian. Local artists, local crafts, t-shirts, kick knacks. It is all the same junk/stuff.



Choose one: Terry was a. excited or b. not going to touch that “dirty smelly thing.” Nancy was more adventurous.
Lake Havasu and environment are in the Mojave desert. It is not a welcoming environment. Look carefully at the horizon. Just left of centre is a building. It is a school. Nice.
Saturday morning was “Camaros on the Bridge” on London Bridge in Lake Havasu City. They close the bridge for 20 minutes so the Camaros can get a group shot. Some pretty nice cars – old and new.
If you are a car guy, here is a video of the 89 Camaros arriving for their photo shoot. It’s 5 minutes long – but has cool music from the Ramones and Rascal Flatts to listen to.
And now, this from the “Let’s Do Something Really, Really, Really Stupid and Laugh While We Are Doing It” department. At Desert Vista High School in Tempe they have a seniors photo shoot for the school yearbook. This week, it was on the Friday of the week when America celebrates Martin Luther King Day – you know – the famous black civil rights leader. A number of the students make up some slogan and spell it out on their t-shirts.
Nice idea. However 6 girls decide to make their own word.



Pretty sure I don’t have to spell it out for you. The faces are blurred, but the original unblurred version is also on the net and they all think this is hilarious.
There have been calls for everything from extended suspensions to expulsion to firing the principal.