D e s e r t E x p o s u r e
June
2009
Desert Diary
Page: 2Losing the battle of the sexes. . . We were with Toni in the Vet's Office all the way on this one until, well, the second part:
"This morning on the Interstate, I looked over to my left and there was a woman in a brand-new Cadillac doing 75 mph with her face up next to her rearview mirror, putting on her eyeliner. I looked away for a couple seconds. And when I looked back she was halfway over in my lane, still working on that makeup.
"As a man, I don't scare easily. But she scared me so much, I dropped my electric shaver, which knocked the donut out of my other hand. In all the confusion of trying to straighten out the car, using my knees against the steering wheel, it knocked my cell phone away from my ear, which fell into the coffee between my legs, splashed, and burned Big Jim and the Twins, ruined the damn phone, soaked my trousers, and disconnected an important call. Damn women drivers!"
Taking aim. . . Sparing our blonde readers this month, we instead offer this yarn from Ned Ludd with our apologies to the tolerant citizens of Montana:
"A man seeking to join a Montana sheriff's department is being interviewed. The deputy doing the interview says, 'Your qualifications all look good, but there is an attitude-suitability test that you must take before you can be accepted.' Sliding a service pistol across the desk, the deputy goes on, 'Take this pistol and go out and shoot six crooked lawyers, six meth dealers, six Islamic extremists, and a rabbit.'
"'Why the rabbit?'
"'Great attitude,' says the deputy. 'When can you start?'"
Annals of fire fighting. . . Finally, having begun with a bit of a saga, we finish with this thrilling tale sent our way by T.O.. Again, it's worth it:
"One dark night in the small town of Garfield, NJ, a fire started inside the local sausage factory. In a blink the building was engulfed in flames. The alarm went out to all the fire departments for miles around.
"When the first volunteer fire fighters appeared on the scene, the sausage company president rushed to the fire chief and said, 'All of our secret sausage recipes are in the vault in the center of the plant. They have to be saved, so I will donate $50,000 to the fire company that brings them out and delivers them to me.'
"But the roaring flames held the firefighters off. Soon more fire departments had to be called in because the situation became desperate. As the firemen arrived, the president shouted out that the offer to extricate the secret recipes was now $100,000 to the fire department that could save them.
"Suddenly, from up the road, a lone siren was heard as another fire truck came into sight. It was the fire engine of the nearby Lodi, NJ, volunteer fire department composed mainly of Italian firefighters over the age of 65.
"To everyone 's amazement, the little rundown fire engine, operated by these Italian firefighters, passed the fire engines parked outside the plant and drove straight into the middle of the inferno. Outside, the other firemen watched in amazement as the Italian old timers jumped off and began to fight the fire as if they were fighting to save their own lives. Within a short time, the Lodi old timers had extinguished the fire and saved the secret recipes.
"The grateful sausage company president joyfully announced that for such a superhuman accomplishment he was upping the reward to $200,000, and walked over to personally thank each of the brave elderly Italian firefighters.
"A TV news crew rushed in after capturing the event on film. The 'on camera' reporter asked the Italian fire chief, 'What are you going to do with all that money?'
"'Wella,' said Chief Pasquale De Luccinellavanti, the 70-year-old fire chief, 'de fursta tinga we gonna do isza fixa de brakes on dat frikkinna truck!'"
Send your favorite jokes, anecdotes, puns and tall tales to Desert Diary, PO Box 191, Silver City, NM 88062, fax 534-4134, email diary@desertexposure.com The best submission each month gets a brand-new Desert Exposure mouse pad, scientifically proven to take the strain out of emailing jokes to Desert Diary.
Postcards from the edge. . . We interrupt our ongoing playing catch-up with our (wonderful) backlog of reader vacation photos of themselves holding Desert Exposure for two particularly timely pix. First up is this photo sent in by Valerie Quintana of Silver City, who writes: "Pictured is my father, John Shank, of Tucson, whom I send the Desert Exposure every month. This was taken on my dad's first cruise since my mother's death last year. They had traveled together for the past three decades. I'd like to honor my father for 'stepping out' and continuing his explorations. How about the June issue, for Father's Day?"
Father's Day it is, Valerie. This pair of photos also came with a note from her dad: "When my daughter learned of my plans to take an around-the-world cruise on the Cunard ocean liner, Queen Mary Two, she prompted me to display a copy of the Desert Exposure at various ports of call. Since I was familiar with this publication, I eagerly agreed! My first chance was at Pago Pago, American Samoa. Then again at Auckland, New Zealand, with the ship's shore photographer. Then, an overland side trip I'd arranged independently for a week off the ship offered the really high-adventure opportunity, while in Cambodia.
"Upon my arrival at the Siem Reap airport and clearing the international border formalities, I arranged for a local tour guide to escort me to the Angkor Wat temple and the south gate of Angkor Thom, dating to the 12th century. The spectacular sights of the temple complex are truly magnificent! My guide, Khenwg, took a picture there with me holding the paper. We then continued to the causeway leading to the Wat, where Khenwg pointed out to me that dogs were forbidden then — pointing to a sign to that effect. It was there that I took a picture of my guide holding the Desert Exposure with a picture of a DOG on the cover!"
Our second photo submission comes from much closer to home, but is no less remarkable because of the context. Don Trammell of Silver City writes: "Attached is a photo of me at the enclosure gate of the Trinity atom-bomb blast site on April 4, 2009. Only on two days each year, the first Saturday of
AprilMay and the first Saturday of October, is the general public allowed to visit this site.
"I was an 'ear' witness to the first atom bomb blast. The family all came awake at Buckhorn at the same time early on the morning of July 16, 1945. This is close to 200 miles as the crow flies from Trinity Site. While we were wondering what had caused us to wake at that time, there was a tremendous blast. The newspapers reported that the ammunition dump at Holloman Air Base had exploded. When the bomb was dropped on Hiroshima on August 6, we learned what had really happened. Either the bright light or the shock wave had awakened us in time to hear the blast."
Whether you're going around the world, witnessing history or just heading
for the Four Corners (now that geographers know where it really is), snap
a picture of yourself holding a copy of "the biggest little paper in the Southwest" and
send it to Desert Diary, PO Box 191, Silver City, NM 88062, email diary@desertexposure.com Sooner
or later, we'll get to them all — promise!