You say your house is so underwater that it's sleeping with the
One presided over the home of the Territorial governor. Another
offered a safe place for women to have their babies. Yet another
founded a theater devoted to Hispanic performances.
If there were any doubt that technology is out to do us in, that
doubt is now erased.
Danged if it isn't tough to classify Tucson artist Duane Bryers.
He agrees. "I've had five separate careers: comic strip, calendar
pinups, Western painting, portrait and commercial art. It makes me
Harrumph and phooey. If there's anything a grump hates, it's
living among Pollyannas.
It's a nice round number, 2010, and the first we'll likely
pronounce beginning with a "twenty," rather than a "two-thousand"
The stars are bright, the sky still dark as I walk to the end of
the driveway to retrieve the morning paper.
Lotsa luck. A few days ago, the Star reported that Tucson police
were targeting Interstate 10 frontage road drivers who failed to
yield to traffic exiting the off-ramps.
It's that time of year again. Time to gird your loins - along
with any other appropriate body parts - fight the traffic, and head
for the nearest big-box toy store.
Yep. Dorothy Finley has lived quite a life - one she's finally
nailed down in book form.
He's got a lion's head, huge paws and a face everyone's soon
gonna know and love.
It could be a scene from "CSI": Cold, pale corpse. Innards
awaiting extraction. Probing instruments at the ready.
vets' sacrifices recalled
File this one under Stupid Animal Tricks Committed by Stupid
What if they'd gotten away with it?
Turkeys do it all the time. Without the stilettos. Earlier in
the week, we all heard the tragic news of how a contestant in the
Miss Plastic Hungary contest had toppled off her high heels,
tearing a ligament in her foot and pretty much erasing her from the
It began with "Golden Boy," starring Barbara Stanwyck and
William Holden. It ended with "Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs,"
an animated flick.
It began with the barbecue.
Good thing you're reading this as the tapped-out word.
It was the only time in my life when I didn't have health
Peggy Lee bragged that she could "feed the baby, grease the car
and powder my face at the same time."
Maybe we should have gone with the giant ant farm.
Our long national nightmare appears to be ending.
It has been home to the rich and famous, the down and out, and
those who simply wanted to ride a horse.
If these be the dog days, never was a month more aptly
Tumbleweeds will surely roll in the streets — at least down Ajo
The command from his father was gruff, but not unduly so: "Stand
up. Put your hand over your heart."
Why are you reading this? Why are you still here?
Many moons ago, high school girls often took courses in what
were called "secretarial skills."
The cliché holds true. • A stalwart pillar of the community
sires a son who's something of scamp. • "He would smash cars. He
and his friends threw bluing in the fountain at Broadway Village
and killed all the fish," says Phil Amos, son of the late George H.
"Buddy" Amos Jr. • "I remember whe…
I miss summer — the kind of summer I had as a kid. Oh, I still
gripe about the heat like everyone else. Yet somehow, I feel
Every year it's the same old dilemma: What are we going to get
Dad for Father's Day?
His art still hangs on the walls — and, yes, refrigerators —
of many a Tucsonan. • Gone more than 25 years, Ted DeGrazia,
Tucson's most celebrated artist, would be turning 100 on June 14. •
Next weekend, the Gallery in the Sun he crafted from adobe blocks
will be celebrating with music, food…
They held live wrestling matches in the studio, organized a
paint-the-station day and ran a 24-hour "Star Trek" marathon that
sparked a run on blank videotapes.
Got anything you want broken? I'm your man, er, ah, gal.
It's five miles of rutted, rocky road to Byrd Baylor's house and
worth every bone-jarring dip. • At its end stands the acclaimed
children's author, rail- thin, wearing jeans, a long-sleeve shirt
and silver earrings. • In her driveway sits her well-mudded Nissan
pickup, plastered with several…
This is my 10th Mother's Day without my mom. Then again, she's
never really far away.
And the wheels go 'round and 'round.
I went to Twitter class last week. I now know what a tweet and a
One former student likens it to a time capsule. I couldn't agree
Some would call them rich kids — yanked from one of Tucson's
ritziest neighborhoods and plopped into a bucolic existence
complete with fence-building, hay-hauling and cattle roundups.
The house is built on a former dump. "It's where they dumped
trash, debris, dead animals from the 1930s," says Bob Fee, who took
two years to clean out and fill in the site for the home where he
Javelina and deer roamed the property, and its first clubhouse
was a ranch house, with a little pool in back.
It took me awhile, but I finally got used to people talking into
Forget the rustic setting, the sunset barbecues, the cowboy
tunes wafting out from the bar. • There's only one sure way to know
if you're at a real dude ranch — and it hits you the minute you get
out of your car. • It's the pungent, unforgettable odor of manure.
Without it, there are no hors…
They swooped and swilled like drunks at last call:
Think of it as high school musical chairs.
Think of it as high school musical chairs.
For every downside, there's an upside. That's why we have
divorce lawyers and undertakers.
"Wa-wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa."