Been thinking…
There are so many topics that I would love to explore on this blog.  So I made a list.

• Unique Restaurantettes – little hole in the walls that incorporate their local farmers markets and cook their foods from scratch.  Such as The Deli.  I drop in at The Deli often for lunch when I’m over on that side of town.  Their food is absolutely to die for! It’s always ample in portion. For example, I bought a salad yesterday it came in a bowl as large as a dinner plate. I ate almost half and was stuffed to the gills.  The owner/chef came over to the table, always friendly, sat himself down to visit telling me the yellow pear tomatoes in my salad he and his son picked fresh that morning.  I brought the rest of the salad home which had ample portions of turkey in it and made a turkey salad sandwich on sprouted flaxseed bread for dinner. There is enough left over for two more sandwiches.  The Deli has been getting quite a bit of attention lately with business growing at a constant pace as folks learn about its existence.  Check them out at the Arizona Republic for a grand slam review.
• I’m considering beginning a category for Cowboy and Cowgirl Life.  Write about real people past and present.  Mostly though I want to explore things like  cowboy code and cowboy character.  I’m going to add a picture of my Great Uncle Fred to my banner.  He was an ultimate cowboy who made a living wherever he laid his hat.  He worked as a fire watchman up on the Mogollon Rim on mule back for years.  My aunt told stories of waiting for him to return knowing his mule would get him home if he could mount up.  If the mule came back alone she would set out to retireve my uncle. He use to walk down wild horses in the desert, riding them back to the ranch fully broke and ready to be used for ranch stock.   He was my favorite person in the whole wide world, and was my original mentor  in training horses.  To this day I still use some of what he taught me about wild horses.  My first experience in Arizona was at age twelve when my parents brought me to visit my great aunt and uncle. Uncle Fred took me out calling in coyotes using a rabbit in distress whistle.  It was a major day in my life.  When I returned to Arizona some 27 years later I wanted to go back to the old Preston Ranch where my Uncle had worked, but of course it was already under a subdivision.
• Outdoorsmen and Women .  Recently I have ran across some Outdoorsmen who write and are quite good at it. I’m thinking of guest writers who would like to spread the love so to speak and have more folks have access to their work.  It will be on a submission basis and I’ll have to read the piece and post it for them.  I want to be sure anything I post is appropriate for all my readers.  My love of outdoorsmen and women comes from being raised by them. My father and mother were bigger than life types who are hard to find these days.  They are out there, I have ran across a few, and I am drawn to them like bees to honey as it reminds me that really solid, quality, tough and capable people are still sharing this world with us. People I would feel safe with in any situation, like when my dad saved a river boat full of people from capsizing by jumping into a raging river grabbing a nearby limb and pulling the boat to safety with his brute strength.  I was in the boat and wasn’t a bit afraid for my dads safety or mine. It wasn’t just his fearless act that saved us, it was his knowledge of the boat and in particular the water and how to read it and how to maneuver the boat correctly.  As the women wearing their fear tears  and the men with their red faces crawled from the boat to the bank, my dad stood in chest high raging water holding onto a limb with one hand and the boat with another with a big smile on his face. He was liviing life to its fullest right at that very moment.  Or when he helped his best friend stay alive when they both were stranded in the Alaskan wilderness, eventually making it to a remote lodge.  Or when he faced down a cow moose charging him. All he had with him was his shot gun, he was rabbit hunting with a cane having had a double total hip surgery. When he shot the cow square between the eyes the shotgun spread was less than 2 inches in size.  She bowled him over but landed dead about 10 paces behind him. These are the kind of people I want to feature here.

I’m thinking adding these categories will open this blog up to a broader audience and keep it fresh and interesting.  Well it will be interesting for me at least, and since it’s my blog… well hey anyone for catfish tarragon soup?

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