l'iti
getting something, Elwood!"
"Come
ye
yourselves apart into
a
desertplace,
and
rest
a
while." Mark
6:31We pretend not to notice it in late May and June. In Julywe set our lips firmly in a straight line and dare it to do itsworst. In August it does its worst. So by August 15 or sowe borrow something or hock something or if we have it de-posited we withdraw something, and head for the highlandsor the
surf.
There's no shame attached to this; nature is
supposed
to triumph over man now and then, just to remindus Who is boss, and heat is one of its weapons. Anyway it'stwo-thirds over, so take heart.
•
Significant sign on a pretty little desert village church:You think
THIS
is hot?
•
August can't frighten me by turning the heat on. I've beenlong married to a spirited woman.
•
"Lord knows I've tried to make this a better community,"says my desert-dwelling pal "Foxtail" Johnson. "I've votedagainst every candidate that got elected around here since Iwas
16
years old."
Lots of talk now about toll roads across our deserts. I'mag'in 'em, unless. Unless the franchises make specific limita-tions on the owners, and demand specific protections for usmotorists. The owners must not be allowed to control theroadside eateries and filling stations, or prices will shoot skyhigh—that's the situation now in many areas, notably Okla-homa and Illinois. And "maintenance" must be spelled out,so that the toll takers don't let a road go to chuck holes. Andthe government must still be forced to maintain nearby feederroads. Think twice before you give toll people a blanketgo-ahead.One of the greatest boons to all desert dwellers and travelersis the simple soda pop. Actually pop is just pap; non-fatten-
ing,
harmless. But, cold, it can be like the adv. says—delicious and refreshing. Most of us don't need or even wanta Rolls Royce, a mountain villa, a seaside estate, or a five-figure bank account. But we are humbly grateful for themany
little blessings of life.
Pop is one of them.
•
There is a magic moment in every summer day. It isjust at nightfall, when the flies have quit and the mos-quitoes have not yet gone to work.
•
Ken Palmer, who once had no money and bad health, hasmade himself wealthy and strong by accepting the desert'sopen-armed invitation. He did it not by exploitation, notby sharp chicanery, but by dedicated Christian appreciationof the rocks and hills, the cacti and animals, the azure skiesand the sunsets of crimson, emerald and gold. He lived ona parcel of "cheap" land 30 miles from the nearest village.But his enthusiasm was so contagious that dozens thenhundreds of folk yearned to become his neighbors. Theacreage all around went sky high, the area is booming. Kenand his beloved Betty have brought a cultural level to a vastarea that never knew any such before. Somehow I thinkthat's Americanism at its finest.
•
Had a little visit with Frank Kush, football coach at ourlocal "desert" university. Learned that he plans to use athree-platoon system this Fall
—
one for defense, one foroffense, one to attend classes.
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"Why do you keep bragging about the Southwestern desert?"a good reader writes me. "What's wrong with my home town,New York?"Not a cotton-pickin' thing, sir. I'd live there if they gaveme the place.
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O happy day! Friend Mort Kimsey, who is mayor of adesert town, saw a litterbug dump a sack of garbage on hiscactus-gemmed acreage. He gathered it up, traced the carlicense, and returned the garbage to the litterbug's front yard!
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My interferiority complex frequently causes an embarrassingboomerang. Came onto an old, wrinkled, ragged Indiantrying to dig a hole in rocky desert soil. So, grinning stupidly,I needled him about seeking gold in such an unlikely spot."No gold," grunted he."Then what?" demanded 1, the superior city sophisticate.
"Oil?"
He straightened up, wiped sweat—or tears—off his face,and dismissed me with two more words—"Bury wife."
•
Our postal service isn't perfect, I suppose. But it
did
deliver a letter addressed to a man at "Elmer Hog,Arizona." They sent it to El Mirage.
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One of my desert-country friends has come up with anidea so revolutionary it could wreck our economic system.It's a "Cash Card," officially printed and mounted in protec-tive plastic. It reads: "The bearer of this card is entitled tomake any purchase for cash. It must be honored anywherewhen accompanied with either silver or currency. It requiresno identification, no billing procedures, no limit as toamount."It'll never gain acceptance by us vacationers.
•
"What makes these Western plains so flat?" a dude asked acowboy."I reckon," drawled the old whanghide, "it's because thesun sets on 'em every night."
•
Greatest blessing about August days is—they have Augustnights. Stew all day; fret and fume, sweat and drip and nagand gripe. But come 10 p.m. lie back on a pallet or cot andfeast your eyes on the velvet sky. Count every gem—know-ing that for each one up there you have somewhere a blessing,a God's grace you may not actually deserve. Then peace, myfriend; peace. ///
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