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  • hardie karges 4:33 pm on October 30, 2014 Permalink | Reply  

    #Sasabe #Arivaca #Arizona #Mexico: BUSTED, down on I-19, just like Jerry, and George… 

    (continued from previous)

    Sasabe: the American Side

    Sasabe: the American Side

    Disclaimer: I like Mexicans. They’re some of the nicest people I’ve ever met. I’ve eaten their food. I’ve drunk their mezcal. I’ve bought and sold their handicrafts. I’ve marched through their streets carrying pictures of their patron saints. I’ve probably seen more of their country than I’ve seen of my own, and that’s a lot. I’m not Mexican, don’t care about being Mexican, and won’t go on romantically about mi gente, but still: I like them. They’re good people, for the most part…

    So when I see Mexicans, and Mexican-Americans, being abused and mistreated along that 2000 mile border, it really pisses me off, more than my own inconveniences, which are minor. I’ve been detained twice at the border in the last week, but they have all been detained more than that, and for less reason, presumably. I, after all, am a pretty sketchy character :-). I hope to get to the bottom of it, the whys and the wherefores. I persevere… (More …)

    • Esther Fabbricante 7:30 pm on October 30, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Misery peronified!!!

    • Esther Fabbricante 3:21 pm on November 1, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Nov. 1. Good morning. Brrrr.

    • Esther Fabbricante 1:57 am on November 3, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I find pleasure and entertainment in reading your book – makes for a nice Sunday when it is cold outside.

  • hardie karges 12:08 am on October 28, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    #Nogales #Arizona #Sonora: DETAINED, Suspected of Extensive Travel, and a Weird Accent 

    Main street Nogales Sonora, Mexico

    Main street Nogales Sonora, Mexico

    (continued from previous)

    So next day I go to the much larger border town of Nogales, which straddles the line between the USA and Mexico, literally bifurcating a city that predates it, similar to El Paso and Juarez, but without the river as a natural dividing line. This is easily the nicest and most natural of the three Arizona border towns I’ve been to in the last week.

    I’ve been here before, many times, in fact, mostly when I lived in Flagstaff, Arizona, and when I was an importer of handicrafts from Mexico, especially Oaxaca, far to the south. I’d drive six hours to the border, and then go pick up a load of goods from the Nogales train station for a tiny fraction of the cost that it would take to send by air freight to Phoenix or Tucson; then drive back the same day. But that was long ago. Now there’s a wall, a big-ass wall. (More …)

    • Esther Fabbricante 1:34 am on October 28, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Your patience is commendable.

  • hardie karges 3:42 pm on October 22, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Agua Prieta, , , ,   

    La Frontera: Arizona/Sonora, a Wall Runs Through it 

    Great Wall of Arizona

    Great Wall of Arizona

    The border used to be a happy place, the US border with Mexico, that is. This was Geography 499 for most Americans, the Big Trip to that wild wacky “whole other country” that lay just south of a line dividing us from ourselves, for the most part. There are no shortage of ethnic ‘Mexicans’ within US borders, after all, and no shortage of ‘Caucasians’ on the other. Most people don’t realize that national borders are a relatively recent phenomenon. Ancient times—the turn of last century—had none, only spheres of influence, and taxes. History is all about ethnic mixing. The twentieth century is all about ethnic ‘cleansing’.

    But the border used to be lively and weird (it was only south of there that things got ‘normal’). Teenagers could drink at eighteen years old. Boys could shop for switchblades and Clint Eastwood ponchos. Girls could shop for cheap perfume and velvet Elvises. Women could shop for kitsch and kitchenware. Men could shop for tequila and women’s pelvises. There was something for everyone. Best of all: it was cheap. (More …)

    • Esther Fabbricante 3:53 pm on October 22, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Most entertaining! Did you finally find something to eat? You are a hoot – and I like it.

    • Donna Catterick 4:27 pm on October 22, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Very observant and very well written. I look forward to the next installment!

    • Traveling Ted 7:18 pm on October 23, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Reminds me of the poem, “Mending Wall,” by Frost. Something there is that doesn’t love a wall. Entertaining story and reflections.

  • hardie karges 2:59 pm on October 20, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Bisbee, Douglas AZ, , ,   

    Southeastern #Arizona: Borderlands and not-so-Badlands 

    My Digs in Bisbee: rustic chic

    My Digs in Bisbee: rustic chic

    When I think about ‘God’s Country’ I generally think of Oregon, or New Zealand, or southern Chile, or Mongolia, i.e. wide-open spaces, with water… and mountains, generally more god-like to me than beaches, beaches too easy too sexy too many excuses to take your clothes off, while mountains are not only higher, so closer to God, theoretically, but also cooler, so more heavenly by that very fact…

    Heaven, by definition, is ‘up there.’ Hell is ‘down there’ somewhere. So is Arizona, but that doesn’t mean it’s Hellish. Arizona is in fact one of the nation’s more mountainous states. But upper Arizona is not limited to Flagstaff, and southern Arizona can be as nice, if not nicer, for views and hues, at least in the southeast corner up near the Continental Divide. This area is not desert BTW, though certainly not a rainforest; but it’s green. I think ‘God’s Country’ is supposed to be green… (More …)

    • Esther Fabbricante 10:16 pm on October 20, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I am not used to reading such profound and descriptive comments – not cut and dried like our local news!
      You are never boring!

  • hardie karges 12:51 am on October 16, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Deming, Hurley, la Mesilla, Las Cruces, Lordsburg, , ,   

    Borderlands, New Mexico: C U in El Paso, Pablo Picasso… 

    Arts district in El Paso, TX

    Arts district in El Paso, TX

    What difference does a line on a map make? In El Paso it means a lot, not only La Linea with Mexico, but even that smaller line with neighboring state New Mexico, El Paso itself something of a historical anomaly, part of a cartographical peninsula jutting into the then-frontier, with historical ties to Texas, not with whatever would come (much) later, i.e. New Mexico and Arizona.

    Fact is: El Paso lies almost due south of Albuquerque, so when the clouds and rain roll in, I roll south. The skies clear, and the temps warm up, almost on cue.

    But even though less than 300 miles from Albuquerque, and only slightly more to Tucson, AZ, this is still Texas, and I find myself slipping inadvertently into a southern accent, y’all. But it’s almost twice that far to the nearest Texas city of that size or larger, San Antonio, and even more to Dallas. It’s 852 miles to Beaumont, as the crow flies, on the other side of the state, down I-10. There’s only one problem: crows don’t fly down I-10. They take the I-20 turn-off to Dallas. Guess they don’t want to fly too close to the sun. (More …)

    • Esther Fabbricante 4:40 am on October 16, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      My bedtime reading again – enjoyed to the fullest – putting it mildly. You are a master of the English language.

    • hardie karges 4:51 am on October 16, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      And you are a master of flattery, Esther…

  • hardie karges 1:56 am on October 13, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Chihuahua, , , , , Palomas, Tarahumara   

    La Frontera, Part I: the Line that Divides Us Can Unite Us 

    Raramuri' lady in Palomas, Chihuahua

    Raramuri’ lady in Palomas, Chihuahua

    The first time I left the US was right here, at El Paso, in 1974, crossing the bridge across the Rio Grande (okay, so not so Grande right here), and into Ciudad Juarez. It seemed like the weirdest place in the world. Now I know why—it is.

    Juarez was pretty much a sea of brothels at the time, it being 1974 and all, with the ‘Sexual Revolution’ in full swing, Denver at the time not so different, in all honesty. But that wasn’t the attraction. The attraction was the life! In the streets! I loved it, and ended up spending several days here, albeit resting my bones on the American side of the line every night (and yes, I had at least one drink thrown at me by a prostitute for ‘just looking’). The rest is history. I’ve since been to more than 150 countries. (More …)

    • Esther Fabbricante 2:50 am on October 13, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I saw you mention Terri Zebert – and we have not had an update today. Lots or prayers are going up for her.
      Be careful there – all reports are scary from that part of the world.

    • Esther Fabbricante 2:54 am on October 13, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I sent a reply earlier but don’t know if it went through. We are so worried about Terri Zebert.
      Be careful in that area of the world – where reports are scary – we don’t want anything to happen to you.

  • hardie karges 1:24 am on October 9, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Galisteo, , Las Vegas NM, Madrid NM   

    Viva Las Vegas! New Mexico, that is, #Madrid and #Galisteo, too… 

    Historic Plaza and Hotel in Las Vegas, NM

    Historic Plaza and Hotel in Las Vegas, NM

    (February 20, 1992) The weather is dreary as I leave Flagstaff, headed for Denver; isn’t it always in February? Since living in Flagstaff the Weather Channel has become my main TV station, and since the World Wide Web won’t hit the public consciousness for another year, hit the streets in another five and become de rigueur in ten, thennnnn… that’s the best I can do. I can’t live in the future, unfortunately. It’s difficult; I’ve tried. But I’m not the first person who’s misjudged the weather in Flagstaff—small consolation.

    The weather deteriorates rapidly when I turn off I-40 on to I-25 going north at Albuquerque. It doesn’t help that the sun is getting low in the sky, either. I’m wishing now I’d gotten away before noon. Such are the travails of the self-employed trabajolico. It’s still a long ways to Raton Pass, near the Colorado state line. I’m starting to have my doubts that I’ll make it, much less arrive in Denver by midnight, a respectable hour. (More …)

    • Esther Fabbricante 5:16 am on October 9, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      This was my bedtime read and I read every word – and really enjoyed it.

  • hardie karges 1:23 am on October 6, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Flagstaff, Gallup, , Kingman, , Williams, Winslow   

    Indian Country: Arizona Highways, Arizona Highlands 

    Route 66:The Mother Road

    Route 66 in Winslow, Arizona:The Mother Road

    Think of Arizona and you don’t usually think of mountains—more like deserts, or canyons at best—but there they are, topping out at 12,637ft/3852m near Flagstaff, and that’s not the only one. Flagstaff itself sits higher than half that, high and lonely, something that’s come as a surprise to more than one motorist stranded in a snowstorm there, and a boon to the hospitality industry. It’s better than being stranded there in jail—I hear.

    Leave LA 9:45 a.m., gonna’ tow my rental car at 10 if I don’t, (only time I can find a parking place in LA is in the run-up to street cleaning), perfect timing, freeways clear by then, click on Google Drive and set co-ordinates to Flagstaff, no sweat, get the 101 to I-10 east past San Bernardino, then I-15 to Barstow, where it fades out, temporary no-man’s land until you stumble on to I-40 east, miss my last gasp for cheap gas there at Montara Road, make a note, shoulda’ known since I used to drive the route religiously back in my previous life as a itinerant salesman of trinkets and unrequited desires… (More …)

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