Friday it was Pueblo yet yet again, this time, the Tacoma denuded of all identifying marks [“badges”], for the Taco’s shell…
With an early start and several stops [the Habib, Walsenburg P.O., Huerfano Butte enroute; Pueblo signage and shopping]…
…we made it to Creative Auto Designs [not shown] on the north end of town, planning to Uber to Jorge’s for Tacos de Camarones, but Uber in Pueblo is non-existent, and the taxis even worse than San Francisco. So, SF taxis probably being what inspired Uber in the first place, we ended up walking through lots of hot noon parking lots to a place vaguely remembered for mushy “Mexican” food, wildly popular despite…
This was exacerbated and then some by the aural double bill broadcast [given the volume of the delivery one really couldn’t say “overhead”] by a middle-aged church guy talking to an older colleague in the next booth…first installment being detailed descriptions of real estate hardball played out among various Front Range Christian cults – “We wanted a win-win, we’re not winning yet, but we will; when they realized [xxxx] they didn’t want to do it but I made them sign and we’re gonna get [xxxx]” etc. etc. plus copious thanks to the older guy for the car – “I love the car; best car I ever had since I got married” – and on and on about other pastors’ salaries among the various denominations [Mormons being the best compensated, Nazarenes the least, apparently] segueing seamlessly and suddenly into detailed descriptions of how “materialistic” people had been back east and how he’d been all set to marry a local girl [had the Ring and everything] but, having just bought a brand new 1988 Mustang, refused her father’s welcoming gift of a Black Lincoln Towncar, which was then “stolen” and found burnt up down at the marina that very night. To make matters worse, after “the Hand of God was laid” on him he Became a Christian and couldn’t marry her after all, since as a Catholic she was not Christian. There followed a lot of stuff about fancy yachts and other generosities as well as all the firemen, police, and guys in black bespoke suits showing up at Important Funerals in the second reel…and then we left. Very entertaining, though I was puzzled as to why people kept giving, or trying to give him, all those cars. Not to mention how he got out of town after being so insulting to that family…
Anyway, a good time was had by all, and we walked back across the hot lots to find the Taco shelled, ready and waiting.
At King Soopers’ Linda scored what anyone who’s spent any time around here would surely agree to be the Triple Crown of Pueblo summer shopping; Olathe corn, Rocky Ford cantaloupes and peaches from Palisade, plus while that was going on I found out a very important thing about her new truck…how to TURN OFF the video game console. Unfortunately that also turns off the clock, but one can’t have everything.
onwards, elated, onto highways south…
…and west;
…and home.
M