I want to start out by thanking wickenburg-az.com supporters, including, most recently, Stephen Murphy, who donated $100 toward a new WebCam.
Those of you who enjoy the WebCam feature on wickenburg-az.com have probably noticed that our wireless WebCam, which was less than a year old, died. It simply stopped sending signals to the wireless base station and Internet. This is the second time one of these cameras failed—the first time, the camera was only a week old, so I had it replaced for free—and it’s pretty safe to assume that I won’t be throwing away money on another one.
Continue reading “WebCam Woes and More“
I have to admit that I’m having a hard time writing positive things about Wickenburg these days. I’m very unhappy about the way things have been going in town. Two things in particular really concern me.
One is the way the town is being sold off and developed at such an alarming rate. It appears the sole purpose of such development is to put money in the pockets of property owners, contractors, developers, Realtors, and title/mortgage companies. They dont’ care about how they’re destroying the desert and the town’s small town atmosphere. They’re motivated by greed, without concern for the …
Continue reading “No Rose-Colored Lenses Here“
Those of you who visit the site regularly may have noticed that I hadn’t updated this Home page for a while. That’s because I’ve been out of town, trying to escape the heat.
Temperatures in Phoenix have been in the 110s with a high just yesterday of 116°F. Wickenburg is normally a bit cooler, but not that much. Since I haven’t been home, I can’t tell you what the temperatures in Wickenburg have been, but I’m willing to bet it’s brutally hot.
My significant other, Mike, and I own 40 acres of ranch land on Howard Mesa, about 15 miles …
Continue reading “How I'm Spending My Summer Vacation“
A devout cowboy lost his Bible while he was mending fences out on the range.
Three weeks later, a cow walked up to him, carrying the Bible in its mouth.
The cowboy couldn’t believe his eyes. He took the precious book out of the cow’s mouth, raised his eyes heavenward and exclaimed, “It’s a miracle!”
“Not really,” the cow said. “Your name is written inside the cover.”
The story comes from my cousin Walt in Roseville, California. I tried it out on my dog, Fibber, who has seemed a little despondent during the dog days of summer.
Fibber gave me …
Continue reading “Summer Rains, Some Aren't“