Tied to the Post
A while ago, I ran into a quote attributed to Joan Didion that goes something like, “I have already lost touch with a couple people I used to be.”
The quote started me thinking about the way it used to be at Twin Rocks Trading Post and how much the last 20 years have changed all of us. ...
Winters in Bluff give us a much-needed reprieve from the red winds of spring, and the heat of summer.
Here in the high desert, we are sand-blasted by the intermittent winds in March and April, which are followed not long after by the high temperatures of July and August. All that gives us a healthy...
The young man stood close to the sales counter, his eyes slightly downcast. With his freshly scrubbed face and in his carefully pressed trousers and shirt, he was the picture of a well-bred, well-mannered boy.
Digging the toe of his leather shoes into the carpet, he answered his mother’s inquiry...
Art is not concrete
A while ago, Pearl, Opal and I sat on the porch waiting for Jana to return home from her teaching job at Whitehorse High School.
When she arrived, we lingered a while longer, watching the blood-red sun dip behind the sandstone cliffs, marveling at the beauty.
As is often the...
The other morning, I strode buoyantly homeward after a predawn workout. I was feeling refreshed and invigorated by the physical activity and the clean crispness of the air.
As far back as high school, I have had a love-hate relationship with early morning exercise.
I hate to drag myself out of a...
A while back I was walking through Twin Rocks Cafe on my daily quest for coffee when I noticed a man wearing a T-shirt with a skeletal dog image printed on the back.
Above the canine cartoon was the caption, “In dog years I am . . . dead.”
This experience started me thinking about the Grateful Dead...
The other day I was in the trading post working on the latest edition of Tied to the Post when one of our long-term customers came strolling into the shop.
It was a blistering August afternoon, and the refrigeration units were blowing like a hurricane. Despite the cyclone of cold air, the...
As Yogi Berra once said, “You can observe a lot by just watching.”
Lately we have been observing what is happening around Twin Rocks Trading Post and have grown suspicious.
Priscilla, our old friend, trusted advisor and best buddy appears to be stealing our thunder.
One longtime reader e-mailed to...
“But I am 85 years old!” she exclaimed.
“Oh my… that’s …that’s not at all what I had in mind,” I stammered.
Like many things at Twin Rocks Trading Post, The Anasazi Bean Affair began innocently, but somehow went very wrong.
It all began about a month ago when Mary Cokenour, food writer for the...
Of all the things one can be addicted to, I suppose my obsession is relatively benign. Yes, I am aware that’s what all addicts say, but in my case it’s true. So, let’s just name it; I am a muffinaholic.
If there was a Muffinaholics Anonymous, I would be at every meeting. I can just see myself, “Hi...