The town square in Superior isn’t very big. In fact, it’s not even a square; it’s a triangle. A small triangle. So small that if it weren’t for the statue, there’s a good chance nobody would ever notice it. But the statue’s there and it gives the square triangle purpose.
One of my masters wants me to fry an egg on the sidewalk. He thinks we should video it and put it up on the Web. I don’t know. I figure if it’s hot enough for a sidewalk egg fry, it’s too hot to be standing around outside frying eggs.
I told him it was a good idea, but maybe we should wait until it cooled off. Then, I gave him my ballpoint pen and showed him how it works and he went away happy.
I think the last time we did the egg-frying thing was in 1990, when it hit 122 on June 26. It was so hot that some big jets were grounded at Sky Harbor International Airport.
About 15 miles east of Kingman, at the corner of Route 66 and Antares Road, a huge green head keeps a watchful eye on motorists as they pass by. There’s something eerie about it, like it popped out of the desert floor after tunneling there from Easter Island, where that famous colony of ancient rock heads resides.
Just before the turn of the 20th century, the “ladies of the night,” or “soiled doves”, ran booming businesses in old Arizona boom towns, such as Jerome, Morenci, Tombstone and Bisbee. Marshall Trimble, Arizona’s official historian, offers a glimpse into this taboo profession in his book, In Old Arizona.
I have in my pile a fair number of volcano questions that have come in over the months. I never seem to get around to answering them, usually because they involve terms such as “Cenozoic Laramide gneiss,” and I get tired just thinking about stuff like that.
However, there was pie for breakfast today, so with firm purpose and cheerful mien we shall now take up this matter of theMcDowells. According to one of my favorite books, Roadside Geology of Arizona by Halka Chronic, the McDowells are “rocky hills (that) protrude through the gravel,” so I guess that means they are not mountains or volcanoes, just rocky hills. I suppose we should call them mountains anyway because the McDowell Rocky Hills wouldn’t be much of a name.
