oh, fuego  E and I ignored the mean eye of the nuclear sun and headed to the zoo today. Sadly, a sign by the nylon-roped entrance announced that the best beastzones including the Sea Lion Cliff and the Reptile House (and something else...the Manatee Mile?) were closed for maintenance. Not to be out/undone, we loped over to the Gene Autry Museum of Dead Westerners, but I confessed that SW history mostly chaps my hide. I love the left-coast quest-dream, the rhinestoned cowboy circus, and of course those wicked gold-rush miner wars, but the whole bit was effectively drilled in 4th grade. Plus, $9. So, we cowpoked around in the overly A/Ced gift shop and stroked plastic lariats while getting hip-checked by K-8ers hunting for the perfect cactus eraser. After, I ate shade in the shadows of the now-abandoned Old Zoo's collapsing cages and cliff-cantilevered adobe. One of my best girls used to bone in those empty animal dens (while still a wild, wild teen). It was great poking 'round in the cold holes (...) and wondering where she'd jungleloved. We soon made for home, passing sundazed ponies and the shuttered merry-go-round. fell on 2007-05-08 at 6:46 p.m. |
hunting hi/lo neu!
Grishko & Co. - 2022-12-23
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