Somewhat to my surprise, I ran out of space while creating this blog long before I had finished my tour of the town. But I’m not going to just quit. I have a lot to show you and a little to say, so, onward, my friends.

Cave Creek was founded in 1870. In those days people traveled from town to town in stagecoaches that looked something like this, but made out of wood, not iron.

For a town built around nostalgia and western kitsch, what could be more nostalgic than a 50’s style diner?  No, folks, cowboys  don’t go to the drive-thru for a hamburger. You’re more likely to see Fonzie and the gang here.

Cars really did look like this back in the 1950s. With this front, it was probably a pickup truck, and cowboys do love their trucks.

Just beyond Big Earl’s was the psychic shop. Plenty of people were eating hamburgers, but no one wanted their palm read.

And a shoe shop, and the Sockfish Trading Post.

The fish may have wanted me, but I looked, and I didn’t want anything that it had for sale.

Frontier Town was a complete shopping mall, old west style. You’ve heard of, or maybe you’ve seen the car on the roof. Back in the day, the put a covered wagon on the roof. Many odd denizens could be found in Frontier Town.

. . . the red, white, and blue moose, somewhat out of place in the desert . . .

. . . the velociraptor–too small to be a T-Rex. I wanted to take my picture with him, but was too stiff to get down to his level . . .

the Arizona State University Sun Devil and his little pal. They look like they are suffering from heat stroke.

I found someone I could not talk to, but he didn’t mind being in a picture with me.

Do you know where the Petrified Forest is? You probably thought it was up in northern Arizona near the Painted Desert, but nope, most of it seems to be right here in Cave Creek Arizona. (I have never seen such huge pieces of petrified wood before, and I’ve seen a lot of petrified wood.)

I walked a couple of blocks past the petrified forest shop, but I had run out of things of interest on this side of the street. I crossed the street and started back toward my car about a mile behind me.

This seems like a good place to end this segment of the blog. We are 2/3 of the way through this tale of wonder (as in I wonder why Ken is telling me all this).

To Be Continued.

 

 

On this beautiful warm January afternoon, I went out and explored the hidden Arizona town of Cave Creek. The town is a little Scottsdale somewhat off the beaten track, nestled among the volcanic hills 20 miles north of Phoenix. I’ve been hiking in the area a couple of times and thought I’d like to see the town. Come walk through it with me now.

I started on the southwest corner of downtown and walked through it. Most of the interesting places are on the south side of a street that is basically running from west to east at this point though it was north-south before getting to this sign.

The horse almost looks real, doesn’t it? I passed this on a wrong turn before I found the town itself. Cave Creek is farther east than I though it was, and you get there from the Carefree Highway.

The hills are on the edge of Saguaro desert country. Vegetation is about half cactus, and half mesquite trees.

It’s kind of a WTF moment. Why would anyone create a life-sized metal rhinocerous. It is just about the first creature you see when entering town.

It’s for sale, you know, but I don’t know how much it would cost.

It’s a well known fact that desert crocodiles lurk beneath the sand and lurch upwards to catch their prey.

There was also a rusty dragon hoping a pedestrian would come too close. I told him I was really a troll, and he let me go by.

Not all the animals in Cave Creek are made of iron. Here is a beautiful ceramic pig, only one of many painted denizens of this desert town.

There were plenty of metal people around. Lots of musicians, though I think they’d clank a bit.

Metal critters don’t eat each other, so you can find all sorts of unlikely groupings.

Metal, ceramics, and also painted wood. As wooden Native Americans go, this girl is a real beauty, probably a mom, though as she seems to have a kid and a dog. I didn’t notice the skulls at the time, or I might have bought one.

Kokopelli? It looks like a Navajo flute, but his finger work is atrocious.

Half man, half buffalo, this guy appears to be dancing. I find this all very strange, as there were no buffalo in this part of the country.

Almost looks like a unicorn, doesn’t it? Hi ho, Ironsides! Away!

Can I have a shot of that, pardner?

Now this is a critter you might very well meet in this part of the world, and you don’t want to make him mad.

To be Continued . . .

 

Friday evening, February 20, 2015, I accepted an invitation from my artist friend Gilead to come to an art show at a local Phoenix brewery.  I did not go for the booze, but just to see my friend and admire whatever art might be present.  I found the place at 30th Street and Washington and went inside, where I talked to my friend, and chatted with other artists and craftsmen.  I stayed about an hour, and tried to take at least once picture of everything worth seeing.

Brewery front door at 30th Street and Washington in Phoenix.

 

Gilead and his wife Stellar. Gilead does the best goblins and monsters.

 

Gilead’s painting: Swordsman meets big lizard.

 

Artist in early stages of painting.

 

Mosaic artist.

 

I’m fond of pretty rocks. This shows me something I could do with them.

 

Rings and things, originals for ladies.  Royal purple–a great color.

 

More hand-crafted jewelry. Husband and wife artist team–I have seen them before at local sci-fi conventions.

 

I think it’s going to be Batman.

 

Just plain strange. I have no idea where this painting is going.

 

The musician thinks everyone came to listen to him. He wasn’t bad, but nobody came to listen to him.

 

Breweries seem to be about big aluminum tanks. Who knew?

 

No idea what is inside them. The tanks are not labeled.

 

Art on the wall in the back room–1.

 

Art on the wall–2

 

Art on the wall–3

 

Art on the wall–4

 

Art on the wall–5

 

Art on the wall–6.

 

Art on the wall–7.

 

The cafe/pub side of the brewery. It’s a small room, smaller than my living room at home.

 

Another artist at work. He works small, but it’s fantasy.

 

Tanks for the memories.

 

Best in show–imho. It took me a day to get it. This is a picture of Fox and Mulder in an alien encounter of the worst kind.

 

The pictures are displayed in the order in which I took them. After a little less than an hour of walking around looking at things and talking to artists, I took my leave.

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If you’ve ever gone to an art show that was a bit underwhelming, why not leave a comment?

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I don’t go to enough parties. One of the things I’d like to do is attend more of them, just to meet people, hang out, and have a good time. So when I was invited to a Mad Tea Party with a Wonderland theme, I decided to do it if I possibly could. The afternoon before the party, Facebook reminded me of it again, and I went “Ack! I don’t have a costume.” That did not seem like enough commitment to me, so I went to Bert Easley’s House of Fun and bought a hat. With that as a basis, I made the costume you see below from a couple of thrift store purchases earlier this morning Can you guess my alter-ego?

Leaving my house for the apartment. Trolls were an alternate party theme, so I posed with my mascot, but I left Bruiser at home.

Entrance to the House of Rainbows.

 

Dragons in the library.

 

Talking teacups–this was mine.

 

The Mad Hatter and the White Rabbit examine thier places.

 

Jenn keepa a home for wayward pirates.

 

Jenn (in green) surveys the scene.

 

Partiers.  Things haven’t really gotten going yet.

 

Plenty of good things to eat.

 

The skies clouded up and rained on us a little. The party room got dark.

 

I think this man’s name is Don. I don’t know him. He had a totally different conception of the Mad Hatter.

 

Giving my hostess a hug.

 

Gypsy Jenn with the Queen of Hearts

 

Gypsy Jenn enjoys her tea.

 

 

Time to leave. I slip away and depart after about 2 hours of partying.

It was a short party, more of a party lunch. By 2 p.m. people were starting to leave. I was feeling uncomfortably warm in my several layers of clothing/costume, and so took my leave.  My thanks to Jenn Czep for inviting me. I think her party was a grand success and a good time for all.

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If you’ve ever gone to a costume party, especially one with a particular theme, why not leave a comment?

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Normally, my blogs start here and go to Twitter and Facebook, but this is something I wrote on Facebook this morning that I think might be worth preserving as a blog here.  Putting it here also gives me a good excuse to expand and elaborate a little more.

This is a another project in which I have a minimal involvement, but can actually claim that it wouldn’t have happened if not for me. Ok, secret history time. Things actually start with Rick Loomis. In 1975, Rick was running a play-by-mail game called Starweb, and he published an irregular newsletter for it called SuperNova. I became his editor for SuperNova. At about that time Dragon Magazine was taking off and doing great things and I began telling Rick we should do something similar to promote Tunnels and Trolls. I was already running the occasional sf cartoon in Supernova, so when I convinced him to make the jump to a better format we started a new magazine called Sorcerer’s Apprentice, of which, I was the first editor. I wanted some cartoons for SA, and my two dependable artists at the time were Liz Danforth and Steve Crompton.  So, I asked Liz for a cartoon, and she did the first Grimtooth cartoon featuring a troll. From all that sprang the Grimtooth’s trap books. Most of the traps were created by Flying Buffalo (i.e. Rick Loomis’s employees). I wasn’t on salary, but was part of the crew, and I had a few simple traps of my own in the first book, and maybe some of the others–it was a million years ago, and I don’t remember. Decades later, this project appears, and I have a couple new traps in it too, and I signed a special autograph page to be inserted.
Now, I didn’t invent Grimtooth, and I didn’t create the Traps books, and most of the creation/work was done by other people, but . . . none of it happens if I don’t do Tunnels and Trolls and get involved with Rick Loomis publishing my game, and making me editor of SA. Liz Danforth came to work for Flying Buffalo because she and I met at the Phoenix Friday night science-fiction fans gatherings, which I helped Terry Ballard start back around 1970. When T & T needed to go into a second edition for its first publication by Flying Buffalo, I got Liz to do the art for it, and from those first fantasy pictures, she soon became the main artist for Flying Buffalo. And on and on. Everything is connected. So watch this, and support the project if you like the idea.  https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1409961192/.

 

Grimtooth’s Ultimate Traps Collection

KICKSTARTER.COM

I’m thinking you can really blame this all on Rick Loomis, as he is even more seminal than I am, but still, tooting my own horn for the sake of history, none of this happens without me–a claim that several other people including Rick Loomis, Liz Danforth, Joseph Goodman, and most especially STEVE CROMPTON.

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If you ever used one of Grimtooth’s Traps, or if you ever contributed one to the 505 traps collected in this new release, why not leave a comment?

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Heh! Any excuse to get out of the house and eat at Denny’s.  My (beautiful) niece, Kristina Eckert, posted this picture on Facebook this morning. It inspired me to do my own version of “the  year in pancakes”. Cookery and photography and cool idea on this first one all by Kristina.

Kris actually cooked them in these shapes and got them all on one plate–something far beyond my artistic capability.

 

My first thought on seeing this pic on Facebook was that I’d have to eat the pancakes into shape if I did that. My second thought was: why shouldn’t I do my own version of the year in pancakes. It seemed like a good excuse to get out of the house this New Year’s Day morning (11 a.m. Arizona time). Since I pride myself on being a troll of action the following events were inevitable.

The sky–the sun is breaking through the clouds left over from last night’s storm, and it was very bright and cold (for Arizona).

The scene of the action.

My version of the year in pancakes–shaped with spoon and fork, not baked into shape.

the leftovers that had to be pruned away

closeup: 20

closeup: 15

with butter and syrup

and I ate them all up. This got me to thinking philosophically–a hazard of getting old. If the pancakes are the year (metaphorically), I did not make them. They came from a higher, larger source. Denny’s Restaurant made the pancakes. God made the year.  I did not cook the pancakes. They came ready to eat. I do not create time. It’s part of the universe I live in.  But I shaped those pancakes to my will (and I will do the same for the upcoming year).  My shaping might not be particularly stylish or well-done, but it worked for me.  And I ate up those pancakes and enjoyed them–just as I expect to do for the upcoming year.

I wasn’t quite satisfied with a year that was just pancakes, so I ordered some bacon also. Bacon is a different medium–a lot harder to turn into a numeric representation of this year. But I found a way.  My attempt to resize and edit these pix into a straight line failed, so you’ll have to read it Japanese style–top to bottom.

Can you read it? MMXV. I ate that too. A year needs some meat in it.

The adventure ends the same way it began–with a shot of the sky as I came out of Denny’s. Since I’ve been thinking about the  year to come all morning, I took this sky shot as an omen for the upcoming year. Read into it what you will.

Sunshine and darkness, blue skies and cloudy–I guess we will see it all again in 2015.

 

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If you ever have fun playiing with your food, why not leave a comment?

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Here follows an exercise in narcissism, or at least proof that when I say I go out and walk in the desert I really do go out and walk in the desert. I arrived at my favorite hiking place about 1:30 this afternoon. The weather was clear, warm, and perfect for hiking. It’s kind of late in the day, so I don’t expect to see any animals. My goal was to hike at least 3 miles.

Start of the journey in the parking lot. I am wearing the Trollgod’s hat, my oldest, most battered fedora. It will protect my head from low hanging mesquite branches and cactus.

 

A better shot of me at the beginning. centering my face for these selfies is going to be a problem.

 

Behind me is the road ahead.

Behind me is the road behind

.26 miles into the hike

Troll country

Mountain side. Missed. I was trying to do a profile shot of myself.

Half a mile into the hike.

8 tenths of a mile into hike. All distances measured by pedometer.

Turn around point. Quartz cairn. 1.5 miles into the hike.

2 miles into the hike on the way back.

The friendly Arizona desert has places for you to sit down and rest.

2.5 miles into the hike. The end is in sight.

Back in the parking lot. Reflection of a desert hiker.

I am happy to be back at myu car to drive out of here. Total distance 3 miles. Time about 2 hours. Lots of climbing, and I am now officially tired.

I like to walk around and explore cities and towns. I would contend that every city and town in America, possibly the world, has places of interest in it–perhaps not to the people who live there, but to strangers and explorers like myself. And, you know, towns can be like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re going to find.

I have never really walked around downtown Chandler.  I knew the place existed. I’ve gone to the town a few times during my life, but the last time was 15 to 20 years ago. I’ve had no reason to go there. I really had no reason to go today, November 18, 2014, but I’m envious of my brother Brian St. Andre who is traveling all over northern Arizona and southern Nevada seeing new places. I left my apartment about 2 p.m. and set off for exotic Chandler, about 30 miles away.

Wikipedia tells us that: In 1891, Dr. Alexander John Chandler, the first veterinary surgeon in Arizona Territory, settled on a ranch south of Mesa, studying irrigation engineering. By 1900, he had acquired 18,000 acres (73 km²) of land, and began drawing up plans for a townsite on what was then known as the Chandler Ranch. The townsite office opened on May 17, 1912, the same year that Chandler High School was established.^[4] By 1913, a town center had become established, featuring the Hotel San Marcos, the first golf resort in the state.

I always liked Chandler when I was younger because there was a beat-up old jet on a pedestal at the north end of town. I had hoped to start my walk there today, but, that jet is gone now. I suppose the property became too valuable to waste on a rundown memento of World War II. I found this picture of it on the internet, but really I never saw it look quite this good.

 

I got lost on my way into town. My plan was to come across on Chandler Blvd. from I=17, but I accidentally got off on Ray Road instead. No wonder nothing looked the way I remembered it on the way into town. I was on the wrong road. This I discovered when I got out to start my walk.

One of the things I always liked about Chandler was that the main road through downtown is called Arizona Ave. Further north in Mesa, it is called Country Club. This is the corner of Arizona and Ray.

I decided not to start my walk here, got back in the car, and drove a mile south to start closer to the center of town.

I parked in the exact center of town in a small arts park near the San Marcos hotel.

Heroic monument to the early ranchers and farmers who settled in Chandler.

Outside view of the San Marcos Hotel. This was the landmark for Chandler back in the day. It seems to have been completely rebuilt and modernized–didn’t look like this back in the day.

This is more like the way I remember it. The Skyline has changed and so has the entrance.

I don’t think I had ever gone inside the San Marcos before. Today I decided to check out the interior.

Leaving the San Marcos, I walked south through Crowne Plaza looking for targets of opportunity.

SanTan is a famous name in this part of Arizona. It’s associated with an automobile test track, and an Apache reservation, but this is a microbrewery.

I didn’t expect a knight in armor in downtown Chandler. This seems to be one of the Monty Python knights of King Arthur.

I’m sure Murphy has a good many pubs around the world, but it looks like he’s the law in Chandler.

Chandler has an ostrich festival every year. I’ve never gone to it.  Note the huge display of wind chimes. These dangling metal tubes make (mostly) beautiful music when the wind blows, and they are very popular in Arizona.

Saba’s is a very famous store specializing in western clothing. I knew there was one in Scottsdale, but did not know about the one in Chandler.

Chandler City Hall is as modern a government office building as you will ever wish to find. All of downtown looks brand new and super yuppified–just like Scottsdale. I stopped and looked around inside on my way back.

Once I passed City Hall walking south, the interesting landmarks thinned out, but there are still a few more sights worth seeing.

There are several of these weird abstract art sculptures cluttering up the sidewalks downtown.

Just in case you aren’t certain, they tell you that you are downtown.

Kind of a weird-looking building, post-modern in design. When I walked back north on that side of the street, I discovered that it is empty.

Pirates Fish + Chips. This looked like a place where I would want to eat, but there was nobody there in the middle of the afternoon.

My turnaround point at the south end of town–Pecos Road about a mile south of where I started.

Cactus with tentacles–I call them Cthulhu bushes. There’s a big motel behind them with typical southwestern architecture.

As I walked north, I spotted this very cool car–looks like about a 1970 Ford Mustang with wide racing stripe and canvas convertible top. I owned a Mustang once, when I was about 19. It got me into so much trouble, and I loved it. To see this car was to desire it.

The next thing I found was the best Mexican grocery store in Chandler. It was called the Panaderia (bakery) but the wall said Carniceria (butcher shop. Both bread and meat were available inside.

Inside the shop I found some pinatas.  (The n in pinata and panaderia should have a squiggly mark over it called a tilde, but I don’t know how to make that character, so tough.)

I think that’s the Christmas star. It would take a ton of candy to fill that up.

And I also met one of my personal heroes, and tried to get a picture with him. I never guessed I would meet the most interesting man in the world in a Mexican grocery store.

Well, I tried to get a shot with the most interesting man in the world, but I think I upstaged him.

Here he is by himself. Does he look kind of drunk to you?

I was surprised to meet Pinnochio and Jiminy on the sidewalk, but I didn’t miss the chance to get another celebrity photo.

My penultimate stop before getting back to my car was the Chandler Public Library. It is a beautiful institution. You can take the man out of the library, but you can’t really take the librarian out of the man.

Like any good western desert town, Chandler does have a place where you can easily water your horse, or take a bath on a hot summer day if you need one.

We are now leaving beautiful downtown Chandler, Arizona.

It was a pleasant walk, but I was glad to finish it. My feet were getting sore after 2 miles of Chandler sidewalks.

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If you like to walk around in strange towns, or if you’ve ever been to Chandler, Arizona, why not leave a comment?

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Friday night, May 30, at 5 p.m. the Changing Hands bookstore, a store that has served the Phoenix metropolitan area for 40 years, although it has always been in Tempe, opened a new store at 3rd Avenue and Camelback Road, in the central Phoenix corridor on the light rail line. This was the site of a famous old  ritzy restaurant called Beefeaters, but that restaurant closed up a few years ago, leaving just some expensive real estate and the shell of a building behind. Changing hands is one of two great independent bookstores in the Phoenix area–the other one is the Poisoned Pen in Scottsdale.  I’m an ex-librarian and an author (and a book accumulator). I love bookstores. I decided not to miss this gala event.

I got there about 4:45 p.m. The parking lot was already full, and Channel 10 television sent a news van to cover the story.

 

A pretty good crowd was already waiting for the doors to open. Many more would arrive in the next hour.

 

Looking at the front door of Changing Hands.

Cameraman from Channel 10 waits to get inside just like the rest of us.

 

The owner tells us the doors will open soon at about 5:06 p.m. A red ribbon has been strung across the entrance and Phoenix Mayor Greg Stanton is ready to cut it and let people in.

 

5:07 p.m., the stampede begins. I am not the only person taking pictures of this historic event. 🙂

 

Mayor Stanton is in the center of this shot, facing camera, open face, fair complexion. I’m gonna give him props for caring about books!

Good stuff, nothing radical, in the Children’s section.

I also checked out the science fiction section.

One of the things I wanted to see was what they had in their Games section–looks like word games are popular.

 

What really makes this bookstore stand out, is that it has its own bar, called First Draft.  That’s a nice pun since a draft is a manuscript that hasn’t been published, and also a glass of beer that hasn’t been quaffed yet.  Draft is one of those words that has a lot of meanings–I wonder how that came about–which makes it ideal for punning.

 

I found a bucket of tentacles. Just what everybody needs, right?

 

Bookstore coffee cups. I kinda like personalized cups like this and have quite a few, though I didn’t buy this one. It’s a coffee cup, but First Draft is the bar–disconnect there.

 

I found a book I decided to buy. This book will reappear in a future blog. I have an idea how to get some mileage out of Weird Arizona.

 

People really flocked to the bar. Every seat was taken.

 

Here’s a rack full of bottles of wine. Why buy one glass when you buy the bottle?

 

This is a terrible shot of Mayor Stanton enjoying a glass of beer. I thought it might make blackmail material, but I cut off his head. Bwa ha ha ha! How do we feel about politicians? Off with their heads!

 

Here are my purchases for the night–a book and a beer glass from First Draft. I think my clerk’s name is Abby. She was very friendly and happy to be there.

 

Abby signed me up for the Changing Hands Reader Club. Every time I buy something I’ll get a stamp on the card. Eventually, it will get me a disount or something free.

 

I took my purchases out and stashed them in my car. I didn’t want to carry them around. I have grown rather fond of taking pix of myself as a reflection in my car. You can see I was there, but you can’t really see me.

 

5:30 p.m. the parking lot is really crowded now. People trying to get in were clearly disappointed when I didn’t leave yet.

 

Bookstore window from the outside. I was headed back for seconds, but . . .

 

I got distracted and went into the restaurant that was also having its opening night. These ladies greeted me at the door and explained things. The blonde told me she was a vampire–she has the teeth, but I don’t think she’s a blood drinker.

 

I wound up sitting at the community table–a place for people without reservations.

 

I drank chicory coffee black

 

and ate chicken gumbo. It’s very spicy, but very good.

 

and I got my picture taken there at the Southern Rail restaurant with my server. What a pretty girl!

 

Many years ago this whole building was a famous Phoenix restaurant called Beefeaters. One of the waiters explained that the chandeliers and the walls were just about all that remained from the Beefeater establishment.

 

I finished off the gumbo. I drank a second cup of very bitter chicory coffee–at least it’s strong, you can taste it, and got the bill. When I tried to use my credit card to pay for it, the manager came by and said they couldn’t take credit yet, and comped me my meal. Nice!

 

After the meal, I went back and made one last pass through the bookstore.

 

I took a selfie . . .

 

and went on my way back home. The whole experience took just under 2 hours.

 

I’m glad I went to the opening of the Changing Hands bookstore. I had a good time. It’s a great independent bookstore, and the kind of place I can show off to visitors from other cities. It has more than books, and would be a good place to do Christmas and birthday shopping.  I’m hoping that Changing Hands will have a long successful run here in Phoenix.

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If you’ve ever gone to a bookstore opening, or even if you just like to hang out in such places, why not leave a comment?

–Ken

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the morning that Ken woke up early

He read his email, and thought naughty thoughts,

And his conscience said, “You should take a walk!”

So, he grabbed his camera, and jumped in his car,

And drove away . . .

Past homes and businesses,

Through intersections and curves,

And finally came to where the rich things are.

Then he got out of his car

Sunrise where the rich things are.

 

And he said, “I will climb that mountain!

Heading up 56th Street

 

And I will walk where the Rich Things Live.”

And Ken thought maybe the Rich Things would walk their fancy dogs,

Or drive their fancy cars, or smile their terrible smiles,

But most of the Rich Things were still asleep,

So Ken took pictures of their fancy lairs,

Just to show that he dared walk where the Rich Things live.

 

As Ken walked, signs appeared and told him where he was and which way to go next.

 

Until he came to where the King of the Rich Things lived in his fancy castle.

This isn’t the biggest or fanciest house on the southern slopes of Camelback Mountain, but it is the one that looks most like a castle now. There used to be a real medieval castle up here, but it has been torn down.

 

But the King of the Rich Things was fast asleep, and did not come out and talk to Ken.

Then Ken said, “Now I am on top of the world,

Or at least up pretty high.

I will look down on my world,

And make pictures so all may see

The magical land that is my country,

Even though I am not the king here.”

And Ken took many pictures of the Land known as Phoenix.

 

Then Ken grew tired of being alone in the land where the Rich Things are,

So he walked on down out of the land where the Rich Things are.

He walked past lairs and palaces:

 

And through an enchanted forest

 

 

Yea, he passed the Land of Many Palm Trees . . .

 

Walking down the byways and the highways

 

 

And past the gates where Rich Things from other Lands came to stay and play in the Enchanted Forest

 

Until he finished the circle that was in no way round, and came at last to his trusty automobile

“Let’s go get some food,” said Ken.

 

And drove back through curves and intersections,

Past businesses and homes

Until Ken reached his own home at last

And went in and fixed himself coffee and cereal,

And it was very good!

 

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If you ever wander into the lands where the Rich Things are, why not leave a comment?

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