Daily Archives: April 1, 2015

At Least It Wasn’t Beer . . .

This is the second morning we’ve made coffee with the water coming through our new Camco EVO Premium Water Filter.

It may be our imagination, but we both remarked how much better the coffee tasted the last couple of days. Before this, we used one of those foot long blue Camco filters you see everywhere. And along with that, we have another filter under the sink that feeds the water fountain dispenser.This one uses an ice maker type of water filter, and this is where we get our coffee water each morning.

According to the literature, the new filter takes out a whole lot more stuff than the little one, so maybe it really does make a difference.

Jan and I headed out about 1pm for a couple of stops. Leaving the park, I finally remembered to get a photo of these two cacti growing out of the rain gutter of one of the park models here.

Gutter Cactus 1

Gutter Cactus 2

I guess if they’ll grow in the desert, they’ll grow just about anywhere.

Our first stop was the Wal-Mart up on Apache Trail to pick up one of the Mattress toppers we looked at the other day. We wanted the Dream Serenity 2” Memory Foam Get-Filled one that we saw the other day. But the one Queen that they had in stock then, was now gone. Bummer.

But the Wal-Mart over on Signal Butte wasn’t too far away, so we drove over there. And lucked out because they had one in stock.

Then it was back over to Nick and Terry’s for some more work on his blog web area. It looks like everything came over smoothly so this afternoon we wanted to take the new site live by redirecting the domain names. One complicating problem is the fact that Nick has a lot of stuff on his older pre-blog website that we wanted to be sure we didn’t lose. But we finally got it switched and a little while later, the DNS servers got updated and we were live.

After cleaning up some loose ends, about 4pm the four of us drove over to Organ Stop Pizza. Nick and Terry took us here when we were in Apache Junction several years ago, and we all wanted to go back again.

Organ Stop is pretty much a pizza place built inside the world’s largest Wurlitzer organ. I say built inside because you are surrounded on all four sides by some of the many instruments connected to the massive keyboard.

Organ Pizza 1

Organ Pizza 2

Organ Pizza 3

Organ Pizza 4

Organ Pizza 5

Organ Pizza 6

Organ Pizza 7

Organ Pizza 8

Organ Pizza 9

One of the things really surprising about this place is that the pizza is actually very good. Plus they have pasta dishes, lasagna, spaghetti and meatballs, etc., and a very good salad bar.

The organist plays for about 45 minutes each hour, with a 15 minute break in between. And they take requests besides their standards.  So we finished our meal and wanted to wait around for a little longer to hear more of the next set. But that was not to be.

We had really good seats only about 8 feet from the stage, and we had noticed a very tall guy walking back and forth between us and the stage, carrying a tray with four glasses on it. He must have gone by 4 or 5 times. We were sitting at long tables with benches for seats, and the seats on the other side of us didn’t really have a great view. Which is probably why no one was sitting there. But then another guy ask if the seats at the far end of  our table were taken, and Nick said ‘No’. So he pushed past Nick and I to get by and then ‘told’ Nick to get up so he could move the bench. Note, told, not asked, or said please.

I happened to looking at Jan who was sitting right across from me, and suddenly out of nowhere the guy with the four glasses starts to move behind Jan and Terry. I have played this over and over in my mind since then, and I would swear that the guy didn’t trip or anything. He just let the side of the tray fall and dumped the four glasses of ice water right on top of Jan, also splattering Terry too.

The guy didn’t even apologize, he just mumbled something and walked off. Jan jumped up and ran for the bathroom to try and wring herself out, with Terry following her. Nick and I started getting our stuff together and suddenly the guy shows back up, still never apologizing, or saying anything, actually, and starts using his hand to wipe the ice and water off the table.

The suspicious part of me thinks that he and his friend were walking around looking for someone with a good table who was almost finished, and we were it. Or Jan was, anyway. At the time, she thought it was funny.

Funny, bur very cold.

Luckily we had a long-sleeve denim shirt in the truck she could wear, but she still made a squishy sound when she walked.

She said she was just glad it wasn’t Coke or Beer.

Organ Stop Pizza is well worth a visit if you’re in the area. But bring a change of dry clothes, just in case.

As for me, remember my motto: Just because you’re paranoid, doesn’t mean someone’s not out to get you.

Words to live by.


Thought for the Day:

Cliff Clavin on the Buffalo Theory of Beer

“A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. When the herd is hunted, the slow and weak at the back are killed first. The speed and health of the herd keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members.

“In the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as its slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells. Naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first.

“In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine.

So, Norm, that’s why you always feel smarter after a few beers.”


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