Welp, here we are, rounding out the first quarter of the 21st century in the (un)lovely Valley of the Sun.
It’s a nice city, a relatively safe one compared to some of the sootier venues spreading eastward across the country. But it’s still…a city. And…well…plus ça change….
Back in the dark ages, I used to walk home from school. In San Francisco, I could make about two-thirds the trip on foot or in a bus and a third in a streetcar. Either way, walking was safe and clean and an easy way to get back and forth without having to wait on and pay for the public bus.
Today, I wouldn’t let a kid of mine walk to school here, not on a bet. Not even if it was the school three blocks to the west of us, right down the street.
Honestly, the schools seem to be under siege. Every time you turn around, here’s some new wacksh!t predator trying to snare a kid. Schools hire armed guards to patrol the place. Demented kids bring firearms and shoot up the school. Classes take place behind locked doors. And last week kids on their way to our neighborhood school had to step over a corpse on the sidewalk.
Makes home-schooling look good!
Here we are, a few hours later, after a raid on Costco’s tire shop and a trip hither and a trip thither and a goddamn car breakdown and a car repair and….yeah.
Mighty glad to get home, tha’ss all i can say!
This is why I shop at Costco.
Despite all the BS the general public is capable of delivering, Costco never gives you any BS.
Got something to whine about? Costco employees will listen patiently to your whining. If at all possible they’ll try to make the problem right. If they can’t, they’ll try to return your money to you.
Next week I’ll launch into battle with the Costco tire shop…not over anything so egregious, but still…
The thing is, I know they’ll listen to me. And I know they’ll do the best they can to make it right. If that costs Costco money, y’know what? It will MAKE more money for Costco, because every time they treat me like the Queen of England is a guarantee that I will be back, that I’ll buy more stuff there, that I’ll tell my friends how wonderful they are…on and on.
And that, we must allow, is amazing.
And speaking of amazing: it was back to the ‘Hood via Unlovely Sunnyslope, an alarming slum a few blocks north of the ‘Hood.
How would I like not to drive through there?
Lemme count the ways. And yet…no.
No, I’m not gonna add another 15+ minutes to the trip to weasel my way around Dank Slum North.
So: lock the car doors. Choose the route that probably moves the fastest and the smoothest at this time of day. Pray for the best.
Is Phoenix as bad as that?
Well…ahem! Certain areas surely are. My neighborhood is OK…but…but…. We’re about a mile south of a strikingly Watts-ish district. Would I live here if I could afford better?
But I can’t, very much as many Los Angelenos can’t. “Afford better,” that is. And so our taxes and our retail bills and the value of stuff people can steal from us sustains the dankness that is our neighborhood. Loverly.
So, so tired.
Beautiful evening…high cirrus clouds decorating the sky over North Mountain. Cool but not chilly. Birds cheeping. Wine pouring.
Soon I should get up and take Ruby for a doggy walk.
At this rate, though, the walk is likely to be up the hall and onto the bed. 😀
Actually…we made it all the way around our usual route, about a mile.
Wouldn’tcha know it, on the homeward leg I tripped and fell. Bashed the sore left shoulder, bashed the previously OK hand.
ooooh well… C’est la vie.