Move on? Or ride it out?

I saw some fun lights in the sky last night. Some call them "stars." Seriously, they were out of the ordinary, so maybe I'll drive in that direction today to say either "Aha!" or "hmmm."

I'm expecting a youthful invasion here soon, so I'm going to pack up and move on while the moving is easy. It's very comfortable here for me, so I'm leaving under protest; it sounds like "I don't wanna go."

Some boondockers would find the occasional screaming F16 to be a problem, but I don't. It's sort of exciting. And, it's not constant.

I've shown you pics of where I am now, so instead, I'm going to show you stuff from Jerome a few days ago.

This mine shaft sinks 1900 feet into the ground. That's about the total height of the CN Tower in Toronto. Find it at the Audrey Headframe Park. Admission is free, although you're free to drop a couple of dollars in the slot for goodwill, if you're so motivated.

I dropped the big bucks (five) and went to the state park museum. You know, museum, but it was very nice, and I completed a questionnaire before I left and got a free night's camping at an Arizona state park, so SCORE.

This picture is for my dad, who told a few jokes many times. Here's one:

A man sits down at the bar, and a fellow says "I'll bet you $20 there are three doors in this bar." 

The man looks around, counts, and says "I'll take that bet." 

The second fellow says, "There's the front door, the back door, and the cuspidor. Twenty bucks, please." 

The first guy decides to win his money back, and scoots down the bar. He says to his mark, "I'll bet you $20 there are three doors in this bar." Fella says "I'll take that bet." 

First guy says, "There's the front door, the back door, and the ... aw, that's $40 that damn spittoon cost me today!"

To save time, Dad would have called that one #27. Which reminds me of another joke ...