Called Eric a month ago, told him I was heading out west with the dog. Would love to stop in Tucson, spend a few nights. He was more than animated, in fact, called me when I got on the road, sometimes, three or four times a day. Kept telling me that he would clear a path to the bathroom just for us, and another path, for a day-bed he was hurriedly trying to set up. Eric's only concern - the dog's tail knocking over the masses of floor-filled boxes of archived photos and negatives.
the 'rare guest' bathroom
the kitchen's outdoor, indoor view
the three of us eating out. Downtown, late at night, at Tucson's historic Congress Hotel
Good times - great laughs. And, an old man who can still pull-off cooking that brunch in Arizona's, Sonoran Desert.
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