The penny-farthing picture, bearing the phrase “park your car,” that was beautifying the SE corner of Sixth and Central, is gone. This is sad because I loved it so. It was a cheerful, lovely image blip on an otherwise blighted eyesore. It was painted on the tan (read “worst color ever”) plasticy wrap which currently encircles the Anasazi building, presumably to keep it from falling completely apart while someone does something to it.
I am helping my friend to slay a huge dragon. Using trickery, we are able to lop off limbs and large chunks of the beast with each attempt. We are both having a lot of fun. I play a drum accompaniment with large kitchen spoons at each pass. Someone enters the room and asks about the dragon. What is left of the dragon, now just a civilized man in a tuxedo, sits up and says: "Rewind, Riggis!"