StarBucks Break Coffee on skeleton crew

Halloween has crawled out of the grave for another year.

At a local Starbucks, Freddie doesn’t have to bone up on store policy, customer relations, or how to work the register. He hands out coffee and keeps his mouth shut because he rattles when he talks. This morning his fellow employees have a close hold on their cell phones, and, right now, are as dead to their employer as he is.

What shocks me is the lack of response Freddie gets. A few customers smile when I take his picture and ask him ” what’s going on, Dude? ”

Mostly, these days, people are into their phones.

Trying to communicate with the living dead is a day to day experience most all of us have learned to endure.

The boneyard, I glean from this coffee break, is closer than I’d like to see it..

 

Dave Goodbye's

The last time I talked to Dave was on the phone.

When he finally called me back he told me about his hospital stay, about the nurses, the food, the Doctors, the medications, the weather.

” It’s all that smoke in the air, ” he explained as his reason for being in the hospital, maintaining that smoke from California and Colorado wildfires had attacked his breathing, but he was doing fine and when was I coming up for a visit.

My next phone call to Dave was never returned.

Dave’s ex called and gave me bad news.

” Dave, ” she told me,  ” passed away.”

The bad news about Dave is still bad, weeks later.

What I hold to are memories. I have photos from a Mazatlan trip Dave and my brother Alan and I took, as well as several trips to  Padre Island, Texas. Dave hates Texas and told me often about his last drive out of Texas pulling his Air stream with the Mad KGB Russian Vera telling him, all the way, that he was ” Crazy. ” 

” There won’t be a church service, ” Kathy told me, ” but we will have a get together. ”

For those of us left behind, not forgetting Dave is the sweetest thing we can do.

Final goodbye’s are way too final.

 

 

 

Rigo’s Truck Embudito Canyon, Albuquerque

We follow our chosen trail, turning and twisting, finding footholds in granite boulders to take us further up a sandy small arroyo lined with brush. 

It is Saturday and most hikers are still in bed. Deer gnats, fierce this time of year, must have partied late because we hike without their nagging nuisance.

Charlie and I follow our small arroyo up a canyon and stop after a mile. On the way back down, we meet a stranger playing with a miniature battery powered ATV, a small Suburban that he runs up and over rocks. He holds controls loosely in his hands, like a surgeon holding a scalpel, and turns his body to match the direction his vehicle goes.  

” There’s plenty of power with these, ” Rigo tells us as he works his controls. ” I can get parts on the internet. ”

” Nothing to them, ” Charlie adds, looking closer at an engine that is just a battery pack with a computer chip for brains.

” I belong to an off road club, ” Rigo tells us. ” We are going to have a national competition here in a couple of weeks. ”

We admire his hobby and then wind back to the parking lot.

What catches our eye,further down, is another enthusiast flying a drone. 

Surveillance and weapons are a bigger part of our future than I want to admit and the man flying this one doesn’t seem in full possession of his wits.

The drone is so far up I can hear it but I can’t see it. It is capable of watching me, filming my movements, swooping down at any moment and taking me out. 

This is how a rabbit must feel every day of its life.

 

 

Earth Our Planet

Earth is the third planet from the Sun and the only astronomical object known to harbor life. Radiometric dating and other evidence say the planet was formed some 4.5 billion years ago. The world population is currently 7.53 billion people. give or take a few million.

Other currently accepted facts are:

1) Earth was once believed to be the center of the universe. 2) Earth is the only planet not named after a mythological God or Goddess.  3) Earth is the most dense planet in our solar system.  4) The gravity between the Earth and the Moon causes the tides. 5) The rotation of the Earth is slowing down. 6)  Earth’s atmosphere is 78% nitrogen . 7) The large amount of oxygen on Earth comes from our plant life’s consumption of carbon dioxide.  8) Earth has a very powerful magnetic field.  9) The Earth has an ozone layer which protects us from harmful solar radiation.  10) 70% of the Earth’s surface is covered by water.  11) The first life on Earth started in the oceans.  12) Earth’s water was initially trapped within the planet.  13) Earth has relatively few visible impact craters. 14) The highest point on Earth is Mount Everest. 15) The lowest point on the planet is called the Challenger Deep. 16) Earth has one of the most circular orbits of all the eight planets. 17) A year on Earth is 365 days.

For 7.53 billion people, Earth is much the same in general, but very different specifically. An Amazon headhunter and a Wall Street stockbroker both have to hunt but their tools and techniques couldn’t be more different.

As far as we know, our planet is not stable and spins in space like a Christmas ornament blown by mysterious winds.

As far as we know, what happens to us might be of our own making.

As far as we know, facts are true until they are proven otherwise.

It’s the Feeling, Man! Jazz

On Saturday mornings, the New Mexico Jazz Workshop jam is in order.

Open cases are spread on the floor, Real Books rest on stands,metal folding chairs have been unfolded, coffee is okay outside the rehearsal room, guitarists plug in amps, sax players suck on reeds, trumpets move their fingers over three keys and look to the Gods for good chops.

We sit in a big circle and any person can call a tune out that they want the group to play. 

” Satin Doll, ” : Maiden Voyage, ” : Stella by Starlight, ” Out of Nowhere, ” ” Blue Bossa, ” ” I Remember April, ” are some of the standards. Some tunes we can play well, some we can play, some we just pretend. Some of us have practiced, some haven’t. Some play for fun, others have axes to grind. After playing the head twice, the caller of the tune solos first and then the spotlight moves to the next person around the circle, sometimes clockwise, sometimes counterclockwise. After everyone solos that wants to, the group plays the head twice and we wrap the tune up with a long fermata. 

In the kitchen area of the New Mexico Jazz Workshop, by the frig and coffee maker, hangs a distinctive framed pencil drawing.

Jazz is about feeling but feeling doesn’t push the keys, blow air across a reed to make sound, provide air support to keep a true tone.

Feeling is huge, but, without chops, it isn’t going far.

 

 

 

Sunflowers and Winston Requiem for Winston

 

This morning, in the rough, I don’t look for my off line drive. One of our foursome’s little dog, Winston, was bit by a rattler and died on another course a few weeks ago. A golf ball,even a new one, is not worth coming face to face with a  poisonous viper.

Winston never barked while we were putting though he sometimes ran up to the cup and looked down inside it to see what we were all looking at, then gave us a funny look when he didn’t see anything.

We all miss Winston, but Gary has already found Winston 2, a little bigger than his predecessor, looking much the same, but with a different personality..

Winston 2 spends most of his time on the golf course sleeping in his carry cage and exploring only when Gary lets him out. Gary introduces him to golf course staff as his “service dog.”

There are plenty of predators on a golf course and some of them have two legs.

None of us want to see a Winston 3.

Seeing a grown man cry is humbling.

 

 

 

 

Backyard Mushrooms After a Rain

After a big rain, these mushrooms appeared in my back yard.

This yard used to be dirt, stones, brush, debris, unused patio bricks, dead leaves and trash. There were overgrown vines, broken trellises and shrubs in need of water. A small tree was removed, litter raked and stuffed into trash cans, earth leveled and turned over. Flower beds were reconstructed. After new desert plants were tucked in, sod was brought from Home Depot. Mr. Porter, a neighbor, loaned me his wheelbarrow and twenty strips of sod were wheeled back and laid down,knitted together by hand. 

Closeups reveal these mushrooms to be delicate, white with streaks of purple. Against the green grass, still moist from last night’s  rain, they are very much alive.They clump like clouds and the edges of their circles, almost transparent, look like nipples.

After a day, these back yard mushrooms are turning brown.

Tomorrow  I will cut them down with a weed eater.

I don’t want them to take over the yard.

If I wanted them here I would have invited them.

 

Rainbow Over Wal-Mart Albuquerque

Rainbows aren’t discriminating about where they appear.

This hint of a double rainbow gracefully arches over an Albuquerque Wal-Mart that has its own version of golden arches inside.

Rainbows tell me that there is more than just here and now.

Scotttreks and rainbows have had conversations before, my  last rainbow sighting in Belize on the way back from a snorkel trip at Hol Chan with sharks.

Where the next rainbow will be that catches me is totally in the hands of Mother Nature.

I can hardly wait to see the rainbow but I can do without McDonalds.

Nature in a city never matches nature in nature.

 

Foothills Albuquerque

These mountains are a cold hard skeleton and life is the green coat draped over their jagged bones.

Long spindly leaves of desert plants move lightly in the wind. Granite boulders have lichen waiting for raindrops to make their color more vibrant and further up arroyos, in the canyons between mountain fingers, are mule deer, hiding in plain sight.

I touch restless leaves, run my hand through their hair. Their long razor thin leaves pull at my hand and cut at my fingers.

Nature, when you reach for it, shows its defenses.

 

 

 

Ghost Chairs In a storm

These old fashioned lawn chairs, made from steel with curved welded parts assembled in some long closed Iowa factory, have moved several times from their original homestead, on Bellamah Street. They used to sit in our childhood back yard under a cherry tree that grew tart cherries for Mom’s pies.Their final stop is sitting in my townhouse front yard under a shade tree.

These two used to be a factory sprayed green,but, in succeeding years were hand painted white to match changing decors.They used to share back yards with green swing sets but now are the only surviving outdoor furniture.

Moments ago a freak summer hailstorm blew into Albuquerque and this photograph, just after the storm, is ghost like.

I can see my parents sitting in these ghost chairs, mom sketching and dad reading the newspaper.

I too will be gobbled up by time.

Till then I enjoy reclining in one of these chairs on warm evenings, watching the stars late at night when they are the brightest, listening to the wind rustle leaves above my head.

I’m planning on stripping off their paint, down to the metal, re-priming and re-painting them green. .Putting things back the way they were has been on my mind a lot.

  

 

 

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