Tuesday, April 26, 2016

4000 # 6

Kariba. I got killer Malaria there, and have never since been so fat (with those baggy linen trousers and horn- rimmed glasses, I look like Redmond O'Hanlon!), or so healthy.

1994 or 5, s. AZ. Doug and I have aged  some, but Jack has grown up, and now has a four year old son of his own.

McIntyre calls this "It's been HOW long since your last confession?" The late Anderson Bakewell SJ,  Jesuit, scholar, adventurer,  snake collector, explorer, mountaineer, and socialite, shooting with me at the Magdalena range in 88.

Shot with the .416 Rigby, of course
The neatest I ever saw Bakewell's Santa Fe house. Usually food, bottles, books, and ammo were everywhere.The fridge had a sign that said "We don't serve women here-- bring your own!" and a Currier and Ives litho of a dead man being carried out of a bar with the caption "This man was talked to death" . In front of the statue of the Virgin were the latest Alpine Journal and Social Register (!) and an old Colt 45 auto Combat Commander,  loaded, cocked, and locked, that moved to a holster hung on a bedpost at night ("What the Hell use is an unloaded gun?")

Read  the marked paragraph, second from the bottom. Some say Tilman's hubris cost them the first ascent...
Where is this? Hint: NOT Taos Pueblo, despite belt buckle  & architecture...

Only in (Sanli)Urfa are pigeons so revered that the fanciest hotel in town features a signed art photo of one (a Reehani flying dewlap, if anyone cares), in the lobby. While 40 miles away in Kobani, the Desert Plague massacres all pigeons and pigeon fanciers..

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