EppsNet Archive: Arizona

Spa Day at the Vet and Erica’s Departure

2 Mar 2014 /

I dropped Lightning off at the vet for grooming . . .

“Make it like a spa day for him,” I said. “With lots of pampering. Don’t just put him in the sink and soak him down like we do at home. Make it free pampering though, nothing that will cause extra charges to accrue. By the way, where’s Erica?”

Erica is usually at the desk on weekends but today there was a new girl. The new girl, Lauren, said that Erica is moving to Arizona and won’t be working there anymore.

“She will be greatly missed,” Lauren said.

She sure will. People are insane when it comes to their pets and Erica was always extremely patient and attentive — extremely.

I wish I had the kind of personality that makes people miss me when I go away but oh well . . . I guess I have other qualities. Everyone’s different.


Later, when I picked Lightning up, they’d put a bow around his neck, which is a new thing. Usually they don’t decorate the dog.

“Oh that’s nice,” I said. “Is there an extra charge for that?”

“Yeah,” said Lauren, “it’s 50 dollars.”

I miss Erica . . .

Arizona Restaurant Serving Lion Burgers

26 Jun 2010 /

Arizona restaurant serving lion burgers


WAITER: We don’t get a lot of lions in here.

LION: At these prices, I’m not surprised.

Will They Pay My Relo?

9 Sep 2008 /

Marshals seek Level 3 sex offender in Tuscon

How Big Was That Elk?

4 Sep 2006 /

One morning at the Grand Canyon, my son and I were walking to the Canyon Cafe for breakfast when we saw a big elk near Yavapai Lodge.

“How big was it?” my wife asked later, when the boy was telling her the story.

“Big enough to CHOMP MY HEAD OFF!” he said. “If he wasn’t an herbivore.”

Route 66 Road Trip

4 Sep 2006 /
Bagdad Cafe

We stayed on Route 66 as much as we could on a recent family drive to Arizona. The Mother Road has long since been bypassed by the interstate highway system, but long stretches of it are still driveable, including hundreds of miles in California and Arizona.

The Grandeur of the American Southwest

4 Sep 2006 /

We just got back from a family drive to the Grand Canyon . . .

Grand Canyon - Bright Angel Trail - 3-Mile Resthouse

Have you ever tried to introduce family members to things that have made a deep impression on you personally? It’s often disheartening, isn’t it?

For example, here’s what my son got out of the sea of sage and grasslands that make up the Kaibab Plateau:

“I’d put an amusement park over here,” he said, pointing to the right. “And over here,” — pointing to the left now — “a shopping center and a sports arena.”

“Look at the mountains,” I said to my wife, indicating with a sweep of my hand the silent, austere beauty of the East Mojave, where desert mountains rise dramatically from the sloping terrain.

“I’ve been looking at them for five hours,” she said.

“You know,” I said, “you guys just don’t appreciate the grandeur –”

“HEY, LOOK!” my son yells. “IT’S A BUSH!

“– of the American Southwest.”