|The "Copper Chopper", built for the Arizona Centennial.|
"Happy Arizona Centennial Day!" is probably not the best thing to say to your wife on Valentine's Day morning. Just sayin'.
My family moved to Arizona when I was about three years old, around 1955, and -- except for my 3-year stint in the Army -- I've lived here ever since. So I've seen both the 50-year and now the 100-year anniversary of Arizona's statehood. It may be simply because I've never known anything better, but I've always thought it's a pretty cool place to live. (I do admit, though, that sometimes the attitudes and politics of the place lead me to think that -- after "The Valentine State"and "The Grand Canyon State" and "The Copper State" -- a good nickname for the place might be "WhatTheFuckizona". Evan Mecham? Really? Jan Brewer? Really?)
While I was in the Army, I spent some spare time embroidering the Arizona flag on a denim jacket. Old-time fans might remember seeing it at some conventions. I dragged it out of the back of the closet this morning for some photos:
|Some grumpy old guy takes a break|
from chasing kids off the lawn to model the jacket.
The "Copper Chopper" at the top of the post is something I saw on display during that fill-in shift at Cityscape I did a few months ago, so this is a dandy excuse to post a photo of it. It was won in a raffle a few days ago by some young woman who's never had or ridden a motorcycle before. Bikers everywhere are gnashing their bug-spattered teeth in frustration.