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Friday, January 24, 2020

Freaky Friday

I'll be at The Palace, Today

It's a business meeting in Prescott, AZ. Why not at The Palace? It's across from the courthouse.
(link) In 1877, Thorne built the saloon and named it The Palace Saloon; it was one of over forty bars which stood next to one another on Whiskey Row in Prescott. 
Over the course of its history it has seen such famous patrons as Wyatt Earp, Virgil Earp, Doc Holliday (in the 1870s before they headed south to Tombstone). Virgil Earp was the town marshal of Prescott at the time. The current town marshal still uses his old historic office. And maybe it's a good thing that times don't change all that quickly.
During his time in Prescott before leaving for Tombstone, Wyatt Earp was involved in several gunfights behind the saloon, killing two men. Holliday also killed a man in the saloon during a knife fight. There's more history at the link, above. 
Prescott has to be the most conservative larger town in Arizona. You might disagree and it's cool if you do, 'you're a daisy if you don't'... 

It's one of the more historic bars in America but I don't think that there has been a gunfight there recently. However many of the patrons usually wear TRUMP hats. You can try and knock their hats off their heads if you'd like. I'll order popcorn if somebody wants to do that.

Anyway, that's just another day in the Arizona Highlands.

More to Consider

Al Gore was at the Davos Summit recently, preaching the gospel of global warming. And people were said to have listened to him. There is definitely MORE THAN ONE sucker born every minute.



25 comments:

  1. LL, do you live in Arizona? I have been considering moving there to get out of the damnable cold here in the Arctic region of South Dakota. Conservative I like, dry and not too cold I like better.

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    1. Indeed I do, Cederq. I live in the mountains though, not in the desert. It gets chilly in the winter and is perfect for the other three seasons. I've lived here for a year now and it hasn't ever gotten down below zero (F) in the winter. However it does get below freezing at night, and we get some snow. South Dakota is a completely different sort of cold.

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    2. I am in bed at night with my down comforter. I am sure it doesn't get -40f with winds at 50mph and a blizzard that lasts two or three days... some snow I can handle and I do love the mountains. I am from Oregon so flat lands are not that appealing. Thanks LL.

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    3. Cederq, I wanted to live in the remote mountains or near the ocean. I couldn't afford the ocean and there were a lot of crowds where the ocean met the land.

      Then I didn't want to live in mountains where I couldn't get warm in the winter. It's somewhat chilly in the mountains where I live, but I can be in the Phoenix valley in two short hours - where it's very pleasant during the winter. That was a portion of what went into the decision to move where I did.

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  2. A lot of history in Prescott. I don't know of any incidents involving Wyatt and Doc there though it wouldn't surprise me.

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    1. Prescott was the stomping grounds of the Earps and of Doc Holliday, mainly because Virgil was the law in town. It was a wild mining town then, whiskey, whores, gold, silver and gunfights.

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  3. Too bad Algore isn't in the Palace Saloon to argue with the locals about global warming.

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    1. He could stand on the table like Beto while they were eating and lecture them the way that Beto would. That would go over well as his size 13 wingtips stomped on their food, and knocked over their beer.

      I would need to order popcorn.

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  4. Correct me if I am wrong, but Prescott is not pronounced 'Press'-kot,' but rather 'Press-kit', rhymes with messkit.

    40 whiskey joints lined up in a row? Those must have been some seriously thirsty miners back in the day.

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    1. There's Prescott here in Kansas as well and the pronunciation is the same.

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    2. I live here and it’s usually—of course, depending on who is saying it—Preskitt, and there are a few different “joke” bumper stickers or t-shirts with it spelled that way.

      I’m sitting on my patio in 61F sunshine and it is beautiful. We will likely drop to 25f or even a little colder so riding my Lambretta after dark is, a, challenging.

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    3. Bandmeeting, I have a Ducati Diavel and living in Happy Jack as I do, there aren't many winter days suitable for a romp.

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    4. LL. One of these days I’d like to meet. I’m buds with some people you’d like, and I know Happy Jack.

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  5. Hopefully places like Prescott will survive the future and not be liberalized and become socialistic.

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    1. Based on my discussions, Prescott has 87% Republican voters with the remainder split between Liberatarians and Donkeys.

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  6. Nope, down here in the Arid Zone we pronounce it Press-kot.
    DanH

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    1. I wrote Press-cut, but Press-kot sounds the same as Press-cut.

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  7. Given all the places the Earps and Doc Holliday lived in, one wonders if they wore out their welcome quickly.

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    1. It might be difficult to rise above the crowd of 'who is the most obnoxious' with 40 bars and brothels stacked side by side. "Whiskey Row"

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  8. Glad to hear they've restored it. I stopped there in 1992 after I retired. Wasn't much in those days other than the bar, which was/is IMPRESSIVE!

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    1. Whiskey Row has not been restored to its former glory but there has been an effort to establish botique hotels and bars along Montezuma St. The Palace is said to be very much the way that it was, but they didn't restore the brothel to it's working splendor...

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  9. I like the look of that Palace. Juliette threatens to visit in June, perhaps we should RV there on the way to the WWM?

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    1. If you went there first, you might not make it to the WWM.

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  10. Regarding Whiskey Row:

    Away up high in the Sierry Petes,
    Where the yeller pines grow tall,
    Ole Sandy Bob and Buster Jig
    Had a rodeer camp last fall

    Oh, they taken their hosses and runnin' irons
    And maybe a dog or two,
    And they 'lowed they'd brand all the long-yered calves
    That come within their view.

    And any old dogie that flapped long yeres,
    And did' bush up by day,
    Got his long yeres whittled an' his old hide scorched
    In a most artistic way.

    Now one fine day ole Sandy Bob,
    He throwed his seago down;
    "I'm sick of the smell of burn' hair
    And 'lows I'm a-going to town."

    So they saddles up an hits 'em a lope,
    Fer it warn't no sight of a ride,
    And them was the days when a Buckeroo
    Could ile up his inside

    Oh, the starts her in at the Kaintucky Bar
    At the head of Whiskey Row,
    And winds up down by the Depot Home
    Some forty drinks below.

    Then they sets up and turns around,
    And goes her the other way,
    An' to tell you the Gawd-forsaken truth,
    Them boys got stewed that day.

    As the was a-ridin' back to camp,
    A-packin' a pretty good load,
    Who should they meet but the Devil himself,
    A-prancin' down the road.

    See he, "You ornery cowboy skunks,
    You'd better hunt your holes,
    Fer I 've come up from Hell's Rim Rock
    To gather in yer souls."

    See Sandy Bob, "Old Devil be damned,
    We boys is kinda tight,
    But you ain't a-goin' to gather no cowboy souls
    'Thout you has some kind of a fight.

    So Sandy Bob punched a hole in his rope,
    And he swung it on the Devil's horns,
    An' he taken his sallies too.

    Now Buster Jig was a riata man,
    With his gut-line coiled up neat,
    So he shaken her out an' he built a loop,
    An' he lassed the Devil's hind feet.

    Oh, they stretched him out an' tailed him down
    While the irons was a-gettin' hot,
    They cropped and swaller-forked his yeres,
    Then they branded him up a lot.

    They pruned him up with a de-horning saw,
    An' they knotted his tail for a joke,
    Then they rid off and left him there,
    Necked to a Black-Jack oak.

    If you're ever up high in the Sierra Petes,
    An' you hear one Hell of a wail,
    You'll know it's that Devil a-bellerin' around,
    About them knots in his tail.

    THE SIERRY PETES
    --Gail I. Gardner
    from
    "Orejana Bull"


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