No recession over at The Candy Store (where, I'm told, at least one recent graduate of Scottsdale Christian Academy seems to always end up dancing at) on the corner of Cave Creek Road & Union Hills. There was a time, when this location was far north of Phoenix, an ancient age when the city limits ended at Bell Road which is two miles (in the direction of the camera holder) south of here.

Couldn't figure out what all the hub bub was about, and then I found it.

This lady was pretty hard to miss.

Don't know how this came about. Maybe the truck driver picks up powerchair riders whose chairs run out of juice or something. The cripple in the back doesn't seem to be too happy to be in the shot. Oops, I meant to write, 'the differently-abled person in the back', excuse me.

I've had several people I've worked with die. When you're in the security guard business, sometimes it's pretty hard to tell whether they've died or they are just pausing extra-long before answering a question.

In any case here you can see ectoplasm between the red dots. It's probably one of my passed-away co-workers checking to see if he's won the lottery yet or if I saw where he left his pack of Marlboro's.

People who are not members of the high-IQ-club wonder what we blessed few think of, or notice of, so much, so often, that keeps our minds buzzing every waking minute so that we sometimes seek to slow the informational input with drugs, or alcohol, or consenting sex with large-breasted, red-headed women (preferably all three at once), so here is just one tiny thing I noticed the other day and became concerned about.

To the left you can see that the end cap is off of this vehicle's wheel, which is something most people would not notice to begin with. However, why has it gone missing? Why are both end caps missing on this side of the vehicle, but not on the other side? Since ashtrays are illegal, did some tidy tobacco-addict liberate them to crush out his still smoldering stubs in? Would it help to know that this is the driver's side of this SUV?

Each time the tire-wheel came to a stop, the 'never tight enough' end caps kept trying to spin, turning in the same counter-clockwise direction they would be turned to unscrew them, and they eventually fell off. Granted it took many months to do this.

Nonsense? Well, until 1968 all  Chrysler cars  on the driver's side had lug nuts that you turned to the left to TIGHTEN, and to the right to loosen, just the opposite of normal. This way, it was thought, the lug nuts would be keeping themselves tight.

So we peons can't drive the vehicles we want to purchase and drive President Obama wishes gasoline was $4.00 a gallon. Nevermind that while on a single dinner date to New York City with the 'Shaved Ape' he burns more fuel than the average American peon will consume over the next decade, even at $4.00 a gallon. And then we've got the whole Global Warming fraud. But doncha know that Obama will never again get within a hundred million miles of the struggle-to-make ends-meet-and-still-enjoy-Jack-in-the-Box-once-in-a-while-life that 85% of Americans enjoy so what the hell does he care? After his presidency what fool would pay to listen to him read off of a teleprompter, so that's not an option to this incredible bore from Kenya. If he gets in a pinch he can just have Bomber Bill Ayers simply write his third autobiography, or is it fourth?

Here he is seen with his bodyguard and one of his byatches, outside of the Greenway Parkway Safeway Store, drumming up some extra dough.

(* I doubt it, because law enforcement in Arizona are usually pretty right-wing themselves.)

I knew the bill collectors would start calling. I am wondering what they think I'm going to tell them, "Oh I have the money I just don't want to pay my credit card statement. I like looking at the large balances in my checking account?"

Hell, guess what Wells Fargo did to me? Several months ago they finally realized my shaky financial predicament, so they offered to 'help' me by doubling or tripling or quintipling the interest rate on my VISA balance. So guess who I stopped paying first?

Geeze, they loan out $300,000 to people who don't speak a word of English and have no verifiable income and then they come after me for $6,000? The only card company who didn't jack with me is American Express and they are the only one I intend to pay off in full...too bad it's for a balance transfer that bought a Dell laptop that we threw away six months after we bought it when it burnt up. But what the hell, it was only $3,500.

Whew! Got carried away there. In any case today's photo is of my cell phone and the ridiculous number of times Bill Collector "0" calls. I set up the number as "0" in my contacts memory along with no ring and now, since I can't get to "0" in my list of contacts (try it, try to get to a contact named "0" on your phone) I cannot answer their calls to tell them to quit calling.

I think that's what it was saying.

Hell, over at Desert Ridge one of the armed, bad-ass security guards over there would have been sure to clip the tail-end of this luxo-car with the front end of his Detroit-born H3 Hummer. Hard to do that with the Segways they use at the Kierland Commons. (By the way, "Anyone wanna buy a car company? Or two?")

When I had my electrical business, we sold a manure-pot full of inventory to an outfit that went by the name 'Korral Kool'. What they came up with was a misting system to keep cows cool during the harsh southwest summers.

It's only fitting that these days shopping centers like Kierland Commons, use them to cool the two legged cows that we've most all become.

To understand how dry the faux Scottsdale climate is, while standing directly under these misters, outside NoRTH restaurant (a place where I couldn't afford a side of sautéed spinach) to take this photo, I did not get a single drop of water on me.

You know how you drive a rental car in a strange city and that alone gives you license to drive like a moron?

This white PT Cruiser (designed by my nephew Bryan Nesbitt) pulled off the northbound SR51 (Squaw Peak) and immediately swerved from the sidewalk lane to the inside lane causing your Mr.Wonderful to hit his brakes so hard I began skidding.

I've photographed so many of these UFOs, I'm beginning to feel like Whitley Strieber, the nutcase writer who communicates with extraterrestrials more than most husbands talk to their wives.

Here you can see the military helicopters, on the left an RAH-66 Comanche, I believe, and to the right, a UH-60 Blackhawk, seemingly escorting the rectangle-shaped UFO. I had this picture authenticated by the M.W. photo labs here in Phoenix, Arizona, so I know what I photographed was what I saw.