For the curious, today was about the fifteenth consecutive day of perfect weather. That never gets on the news. Seventy and sunny. Again.


I went for a bike ride. When I returned, the park where I start and end my rides crawled with cops. One was putting police "crime scene" tape around about four acres of the park. I shrugged it off and wheeled home.


Later, I pulled up to a sushi bar for supper and saw on the local news that a "suspicious" backpack had been found at the park. Out came the bomb squad, dressed in camo and helmets. The camera recorded them approaching the backpack as if it was about to go off. 


Okay, about 500 people per day use the park to play soccer, volleyball, whatever. Somebody...left...their...backpack. 


I guess it was good practice for the bomb squad on a Sunday afternoon. That backpack scare probably rescued them from a dreadfully boring NFL playoff game.


In other news, there was a murder on the north side. Apparently a woman killed her friend, according to the subtitle. Some friendship that was!


I realize that back home there is a warm spell and that people are barbequing in the twenty-degree weather. 


No thanks. 


Only two weeks left here, then on to San Diego for a month. Tucson gets expensive during the Gem and Mineral show, which runs for much of February, so this year I decided to spend a month in San Diego where it is officially down season. Looking forward to exploring a new area. 




For the curious, today was about the fifteenth consecutive day of perfect weather. That never gets on the news. Seventy and sunny. Again.

I went for a bike ride. When I returned, the park where I start and end my rides crawled with cops. One was putting police "crime scene" tape around about four acres of the park. I shrugged it off and wheeled home.

Later, I pulled up to a sushi bar for supper and saw on the local news that a "suspicious" backpack had been found at the park. Out came the bomb squad, dressed in camo and helmets. The camera recorded them approaching the backpack as if it was about to go off. 

Okay, about 500 people per day use the park to play soccer, volleyball, whatever. Somebody...left...their...backpack. 

I guess it was good practice for the bomb squad on a Sunday afternoon. That backpack scare probably rescued them from a dreadfully boring NFL playoff game.

In other news, there was a murder on the north side. Apparently a woman killed her friend, according to the subtitle. Some friendship that was!

I realize that back home there is a warm spell and that people are barbequing in the twenty-degree weather. 

No thanks. 

Only two weeks left here, then on to San Diego for a month. Tucson gets expensive during the Gem and Mineral show, which runs for much of February, so this year I decided to spend a month in San Diego where it is officially down season. Looking forward to exploring a new area.