- Catching up with friends at the Parada del Sol
- http://paradadelsol.net/ - Eggs Benedict Jalapeno @ Richardsons
- http://richardsonsnm.com/richardsons/ - Irish Coffee @ Seamus McCaffrey's
- http://www.seamusmccaffreys.com/ - Watching a Desert Southwest Lightning Storm (or haboob) in amazement from:
- Different Pointe of View at Tapatio Cliffs
- http://www.tapatiocliffshilton.com/different-pointe-of-view-restaurant/ - or Geordie's at the Wrigley Mansion
- http://www.wrigleymansion.com/ - or the Compass Room atop the Hyatt Regency - https://phoenix.regency.hyatt.com/en/hotel/dining/CompassLounge.html
- A Cold beer on a Hot day at the Salt Cellar
- http://www.saltcellarrestaurant.com/ - A Hot girl on a Cold day at the Rokerij
- http://richardsonsnm.com/rokerij/ - A smoke at Magnum's
- http://www.magnumscigarwineliquor.com/ - Tortilla Soup at Aunt Chilada's
- http://www.auntchiladas.com - Breakfast at Carolina's
- http://www.carolinasmex.com/ - A quick stop at Durant's
- http://www.durantsaz.com/ - Power Lunch at Alexi's
- http://www.alexisgrillphx.com/ - Wings at Bobby D's
- http://www.yelp.com/biz/bobby-ds-restaurant-and-lounge-phoenix - Sunrise from the Dreamy Draw
- https://www.phoenix.gov/parks/trails/locations/piestewa-peak - Jack Daniels Pecan Pie from Rock Springs Cafe
- http://www.rockspringscafe.com/ - Sunday brunch at the Draft Room at a Dbacks game - http://arizona.diamondbacks.mlb.com/ari/ballpark/dining.jsp
Thursday, January 9, 2014
My favorite things in (& around) Phoenix
Friday, April 12, 2013
This is a truly horrifying story. Everyone needs to read it, but it is graphic. Really graphic!
OK ... This is a truly horrifying story. Everyone needs to read it, but it is graphic. Really graphic!
I'm not sure how this is not front page news everywhere. As one post I read stated, "Media treats footballer's imaginary girlfriend as real, treats murdered babies in Philly abortion clinic as imaginary." (Patricia Heaton @PatriciaHeaton)
Follow Kirsten Powers on twitter @kirstenpowers10 or Kirsten Powers on facebook. She is the journalist taking the lead on this.
Again, the details are graphic, but we can not ignore this in the U.S. or anywhere else for that matter.
I'm not sure how this is not front page news everywhere. As one post I read stated, "Media treats footballer's imaginary girlfriend as real, treats murdered babies in Philly abortion clinic as imaginary." (Patricia Heaton @PatriciaHeaton)
Follow Kirsten Powers on twitter @kirstenpowers10 or Kirsten Powers on facebook. She is the journalist taking the lead on this.
Again, the details are graphic, but we can not ignore this in the U.S. or anywhere else for that matter.
Why Dr. Kermit Gosnell's Trial Should Be a Major News Story
Friday, March 1, 2013
Thursday, October 18, 2012
not a child but not quite an adult
They are a shorthaired, tight-muscled kid who, under
normal circumstances society considers not a child but not quite an
adult. Not yet, dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but
old enough to die for this country. They never really cared much for
work and they would rather wax their own car than wash their father's,
but they have never collected unemployment either.
A recent High School graduate; they were probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drove a ten year old jalopy, and had a steady girlfriend or boyfriend that either broke up with them when they left, or swears to be waiting when they return from half a world away.They listen to rock and roll, hip-hop, rap, jazz, country and the roar of M270 MLRS launcher or the constant rumble of jet engines, generators or trucks.
They are 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when they were at home because they are working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk. They have trouble spelling, so letter writing is a pain for them, but they can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. They can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if they must.
They live by the Warrior Ethos, the Airman's / Rifleman’s / or Sailor’s Creed.
They dig fighting positions and latrines and can apply pre-hospital care in conditions that would repulse most medical professionals.
They march until they are told to stop, or stop until they are told to march.
They obey orders instantly and without hesitation, but they are not without spirit, quick wit or individual dignity. They are self-sufficient.
They have two sets of battle uniforms: they wash one and wear the other. They keep their canteens full and their feet dry.
They sometimes forget to brush their teeth, but never to clean their weapons. They can cook their own meals, mend their own clothes, and fix their own hurts.
If you are thirsty, they will share their water with you; if you are hungry, their food. They will even split ammunition with you when hell is raining down if you run low.
They have learned to use their hands like weapons and weapons as if they were hands.
They can save your life - or take it, because that is their job.
They will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and still find ironic humor in it all.
They have seen more suffering and death than they should have in their short lifetime.
They have wept in public and cried in private, and usually have an eternal reminder tattooed in ink for friends who have fallen and are unashamed.
They feel every note of the National Anthem vibrate through their body standing at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away' those around them who have not bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, they defend other American’s right to be disrespectful.
Just as their parents, grandparents and great-grandparents did, they are paying the price for our freedom. They are not children. They are the American Service Members that have kept this country free for over 200 years.
They ask for nothing except: Our support and understanding.
Remember them, always, for they have earned our respect and admiration with their blood.
A recent High School graduate; they were probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drove a ten year old jalopy, and had a steady girlfriend or boyfriend that either broke up with them when they left, or swears to be waiting when they return from half a world away.They listen to rock and roll, hip-hop, rap, jazz, country and the roar of M270 MLRS launcher or the constant rumble of jet engines, generators or trucks.
They are 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when they were at home because they are working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk. They have trouble spelling, so letter writing is a pain for them, but they can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. They can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if they must.
They live by the Warrior Ethos, the Airman's / Rifleman’s / or Sailor’s Creed.
They dig fighting positions and latrines and can apply pre-hospital care in conditions that would repulse most medical professionals.
They march until they are told to stop, or stop until they are told to march.
They obey orders instantly and without hesitation, but they are not without spirit, quick wit or individual dignity. They are self-sufficient.
They have two sets of battle uniforms: they wash one and wear the other. They keep their canteens full and their feet dry.
They sometimes forget to brush their teeth, but never to clean their weapons. They can cook their own meals, mend their own clothes, and fix their own hurts.
If you are thirsty, they will share their water with you; if you are hungry, their food. They will even split ammunition with you when hell is raining down if you run low.
They have learned to use their hands like weapons and weapons as if they were hands.
They can save your life - or take it, because that is their job.
They will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and still find ironic humor in it all.
They have seen more suffering and death than they should have in their short lifetime.
They have wept in public and cried in private, and usually have an eternal reminder tattooed in ink for friends who have fallen and are unashamed.
They feel every note of the National Anthem vibrate through their body standing at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away' those around them who have not bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, they defend other American’s right to be disrespectful.
Just as their parents, grandparents and great-grandparents did, they are paying the price for our freedom. They are not children. They are the American Service Members that have kept this country free for over 200 years.
They ask for nothing except: Our support and understanding.
Remember them, always, for they have earned our respect and admiration with their blood.
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