Tied to the Postby Steve & Barry Simpson
One of the images that indelibly etched itself into my mind over the past 20 years is that of an old Woodie station wagon parked alongside a dirt back road leading to Shiprock, NM.
The doors of the vehicle are flung open and the passenger...
TIED TO THE POSTby Steve & Barry Simpson
Most of the stories Steve and I share concern what goes on inside the Kokopelli doors of the trading post or the glass doors of the cafe. Some of the most interesting and amusing people we see never cross our threshold.
Today, I believe we...
TIED TO THE POSTby Steve & Barry Simpson
It was a late May afternoon at Twin Rocks Trading Post, and I was sitting in my office trying not to nod off. The last time I fell asleep at my desk the resulting crash raised a bump on my forehead and Barry and Priscilla unkindly referred to...
TIED TO THE POSTby Steve & Barry Simpson
A businessman walked into the trading post and said to me, “Can you help me out friend? I have been on the road longer than expected and am worried my wife may be angry and have the door barred when I get home.”
Looking at him suspiciously...
TIED TO THE POSTby Steve & Barry Simpson
I was having a bad day! It was getting on toward evening, and because of extenuating circumstances, I had not gotten much of anything done at the trading post.
I think it was the first telephone call of the morning that got things started off...
TIED TO THE POSTby Steve & Barry Simpson
Last week, I was manning the sales counter at Twin Rocks and visiting with customers when a strong storm blew in.
Because the weather has been pleasingly moderate, we have been leaving the Kokopelli doors wide open so we can experience the...
TIED TO THE POSTby Steve & Barry Simpson
At 10 a.m., it was already hot. Summer had finally arrived in Bluff, and that, combined with the effects of global warming, had pushed temperatures into the extreme range.
Even the lizards were scared. As I ambled across the porch to Twin...
TIED TO THE POSTby Steve & Barry Simpson
The evening was a dream. Laying in the hammock my wife had given me for my birthday, I watched as twilight set in. Looking up from my woven sling into the slowly darkening sky made me drowsy and soothed my senses.
I was captivated by the...
TIED TO THE POSTby Steve & Barry Simpson
It was a slow night at Twin Rocks Cafe. Outside giant flakes of snow gently fell, and a thick white blanket cloaked the gravel parking lot. But for the occasional snowplow that scraped and sparked along the pavement just east of the...
TIED TO THE POSTby Barry & Steve Simpson
Sunrises and sunsets over this high desert country are fabulous at this time of year. They often look as if someone took a match and fired-up an entire bank of burners.
Ripples of red, orange and yellow disperse across the heavens, warm my...
