Here come the old
ladies out on the town! Tonight we are
three. Other times we might be four or
five. It depends on who has the needed spurt of energy for leaving TV and the
First Friday Art Walk
is the attraction tonight. Roosevelt
Avenue used to be crummy left over buildings and now has been turned into
bright paint and sparkle.
We don’t bother to
wear sweaters on this February balmy summer evening in Phoenix. It won’t cool off while we are out – when
someone’s legs gives that little shaky warning, the time will come to turn
We walk the four
blocks to 100 year old Trinity Cathedral and admire a presentation of
children’s exciting looking art work. We
accept a chocolate chip cookie. That
will hold us until we find a place to eat.
The sun begins to disappear. Many others have begun the stroll. A pair of beautiful Malamute pups beg to be
petted. Of course we oblige. We stop to admire paintings by an old lady
(but not nearly as old as we are) who carries them in a basket. Later we will see her sitting on a collapsible
stool on the sidewalk instead of a booth.
She is with others who sell their wares rent free.
We cautiously cross
busy Central Avenue and need to decide which side of Roosevelt would be the
most interesting. Noise and lights
attract us diagonally to an area of tented stalls. Barb has to maneuver her
walker thru gravel, We didn’t slow down at the “Head” signs, not
too sure of what they would offer but knew we were past the years of finding
We continue on to
stalls of hand-made pendants (maybe hand-made in China), carved colorful bowls,
floating beads to go in the flower pot.
We window-shopped until our stomachs told us it was time to find food. We crossed back to the other side of the
street, but whoops, it was too late. The
little food places with tables and chairs were standing room only. Although we had not reached the art gallery
area, the time had come to head in home direction.
Annette speeded up our
progress when she caught sight of the woman in the tattoo shop window, all 500
pounds of her, with gaudy breasts uncovered, ready for the tattoo needle.
Originally there had
been only one plan for the evening.
Phoenix Chorale gave free Open Rehearsals at Trinity Cathedral tonight,
come whenever you want, stay as long as you want. We relaxed in that oh-so-beautiful Church,
listening to voices that belonged in the peacefulness.
Two and a half hours.
2.2 miles. Not bad for the old
ladies even though there had been much we missed. Sometimes – well, a lot of times -- senior
citizens will spend time together complaining of the pains and problems. Not tonight.
We talked happy words, grateful for all we have.
We wanted to hug our downtown Phoenix. Our much-loved low-income apartments give us
the perfect style of living. Good
friendships grow here among personalities with different backgrounds and
When other parts of the world are frozen, we walk in
comfort. We have areas to explore: There was the evening we found slider
hamburgers on sale at five o’clock and tap beer on sale at six. Or maybe it was the other way around. Even
though we each only had one beer, the young waiters kidded us about our ability
to walk home. Last week we saw the “26
blocks of Phoenix” art show at the Renaissance Hotel (formerly the Adams). Always something to do, always something to
look forward to.
These old ladies are
continually thankful for their blessings.