Well, The Lizard continues to ignore me. I go unnoticed. She floats along her merry way, me jumping wildly and in a very uncoordinated fashion to get her attention. Lizard Lizard, here, Lizard Lizard.
I moved to Tucson in 1993 -- a cazillion years ago. I missed the Lizard terribly as I tried to find like minded friends. Unfortunately, there was no one -- is no one -- with a mind like the Lizards. So, she came to visit me. I think it was my first spring in Tucson, but it was more likely my second. I could find out for sure, but it really doesn't matter and I am feeling rather lazy about details. So, let's just agree, it was within a few years of my migration west.
We did lots of funny things while she was here, including a camping trip near the Mexico border than ended up with us being chased away from our campsite by bees. We meandered all around the backways of Southern Arizona. And I took her to the Singing Wind Bookstore in Benson Arizona.
Now, I love bookstores. Lizard loves bookstores. This one is FABULOUS if you are ever in the area. This is this interesting woman whose husband wanted to ranch -- but the woman wanted a bookstore. So, she built on. In her living room -- or some part of her house. you drive north of Benson a ways and then you turn left onto a dirt road, you open the gate and head to the ranch house. Once inside, there are no guides to where the books are -- but you get a personal tour. Totally fabulous. You tell the owner what you are interested in and she shows you where to look and advises as to what you might like out of her collection.
If you are ever in Southern Arizona -- or if you live here and have never heard of the Singing Wind Bookstore -- you should make it a destination. It's a slice of character and life as art not to be missed.
