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Let me try to capture a few errant memories while they are semi-fresh. I believe this took place in early 1977.

Maybe five or six of us are sitting at a table with Ed in a Mexican restaurant/bar in Globe, Arizona. The beer has been flowing quite freely for hours. It is maybe 3:00 am and Ed is still conducting the grand inquisition. The latest additions to the party are two Maricopa County sheriff's deputies who came in to end the party at 1:30.

Ed has just exposed a young JackelopeBreeder as an intellectual light-weight and is waiting for a reply. Half of an expensive cigar is poking out of the left side of his face. He has his arms crossed over his chest with a beer mug in his right hand and a cheap felt hat pushed back to expose most of his bald spot. The Cheshire Cat never had a grin that big.

The latest additions to the (Globe) party are two Maricopa County sheriff's deputies who came in to end the party at 1:30.

Either you or they are out of place. Globe is in Pinal County. ;>)

A good read, as is Desert Solitaire. I remember reading that by the UofA pool an hour or so every afternoon one summer. I had just come back from Viet Nam and the war protests had reached the campus. I went to class in the a.m. and had the p.m. to relax and delve into a quieter place. It engendered a love of the desert and the Colorado Plateau that remains with me to this day. In the early 70's I joined with others in hiking many of the slickrock areas in Northern Arizona and Southern Utah. My one regret was that I never got to hike the Glen Canyon before it was buried forever by Lake Powell. It was a rape of the land, and well worth preservation. These days, the Sierra Club is more interested in political agendas than anything. However, I would have joined them in that fight if I had known.