Arizonans like their guns – or so the reputation goes. It’s a reputation backed up by incidents like Tucson’s recent road rage altercation that left a man fatally shot in a Jack in the Box parking lot and January’s tragic mass shooting.
The gun-happy reputation is enhanced even further with tales of border shootings and home invasions, armed robberies at banks and Circle K.
More bolstering of the reputation comes from the state legislature’s hesitancy to back gun-control measures. Doing so, an Arizona Republic article explains, can easily spell the end of political ambitions – or even a career.
It’s gotten to the point where Arizona is frequently viewed as a trigger-happy state full of mayhem. Former U.S. Sen. Dennis DeConcini, who has supported gun-control measures in the past and now travels the country on the Arizona Board of Regents, told the Republic the common line he hears when others find out where he’s from.
“Now, people will say, ‘Oh, you’re from Arizona. I’m sorry.’”
When I moved to Tucson several years ago, one of my friends nonchalantly pulled a pistol from her purse and said, “Now that you live in Arizona, you have to get a gun.”
It really is that easy, with Tucson having a wider variety of gun choices than it has latest shoe styles. Options run the gamut from Smith & Wesson revolvers to never-fired Colt semi-automatics, from military pistols issued in 1840 to the sweet yet powerful Beretta with the classy walnut grips.
A Siberian Husky named Nike may have been a dog gone after he got lost as a puppy five years ago, but he was certainly never forgotten.
Tucson owner Zuleica Sans and her family still kept pictures of the perky pup on their fridge all these years, but they also figured that would be all they would ever see of him.
They were wrong.
More than half a decade after getting lost, Nike ended up last week at the Humane Society of Southern Arizona when someone found him near East 22nd Street and Prudence Road as a stray – but he didn’t stay that way for long.
His microchip info pointed to the Sans family as his owners and Society staff gave them a call. Of course, Zuleica and her mother hightailed it down to the Kelvin Boulevard shelter.
“Nike and Zuleica recognized each other instantly in a beautiful reunion that unfolded with hugs, smiles, a wagging tail, and cheers all around,” noted the news release announcing the turn of events.
“He looks exactly the same,” Zuleica Sans said upon their reunion, “just bigger.”
The family, too, had gotten bigger. Nike was brought home to an expanded brood that now includes a Chihuahua and a Shih Tzu.
No one knows where Nike had been all that time, but he apparently did OK.
He initially got loose after jumping the fence, but now Zeluica and crew live in a home with a more secure yard.
The Sans also got one more added bonus – they didn’t even have to pay the adoption fee to get Nike back, although he did have to be licensed with the county for $15.50.
“Now safe and sound, Nike’s story serves as a great reminder of the importance of properly identifying your pets and the inspiring power of unconditional love,” the release said.
Nike is not the only dog gone that was recently reunited with its family thanks to a microchip.
A Weimaraner named Jake was stolen as a puppy from a Michigan backyard seven years ago – and reunited with his owners earlier this year.
The Davis family, of Lake Orion, got a phone call from Kentucky saying microchip info on a now-grown Weimaraner was pointing back to the Davis family.
At first Brad Davis did not believe the call telling him his dog was found. After all, the family got a new dog just three months before and the dog was at their home. But when the caller mentioned the microchip, Brad told the host on his “The Early Show” appearance, “Right then, I knew it was Jake from seven years ago.”
Microchips, which are about the size of a grain of rice, are inserted into the scruff of the dog’s neck between the shoulders. The information on the chip includes a 10-character identification number registered with a service that keeps records on microchipped pets.
Hand-held scanners read the info and, voila, you hopefully get your pet back.
Inserting a microchip is quick, painless and relatively cheap – especially compared to those priceless reunions.
Sometimes we wish certain folks would just shut up.
We all know at least one Chatty Cathy type – although one is often loud and loose-lipped enough to sound like seven different people.
These types don’t even care what they’re saying. They’ll talk about the weather, their sweater, the rain, their pain, the sun, their operation, their baby’s latest bowel movement – enough talk, talk, talk to drive us insane.
They corner us in the supermarket, explaining the holistic benefits of organic bananas or oolong tea. They stifle us at the workplace, crowding like cackling hens around our desk or flooding us with words near the office water cooler, mere inches from the doorway and escape.
They let loose on the phone, spewing nonstop talk like vomit, or pin us to our porches on our way out the door, slathering words into our ears until they bleed.
Sometimes they even enter our homes – disguised as drunk uncles, chatty cousins or one heck of an obnoxious mother-in-law.
Well now we have a solution.
While a gag, muzzle or swift punch in the mouth comes immediately to mind as a way to stop the ceaseless babble, there is something that is much more humane – and not as likely to get us arrested.
Enter the Blabber Meter.
This handy, dandy tech device looks and feels like a small silver desk clock. But it is so much more. The Blabber Meter comes completely equipped with a timer that automatically converts minutes into money units.
This way you know and can show how much time – and money – the incessant talker is wasting with every word about the weather, every description of their baby’s latest bowel movement.
You might even get in good with your boss, when you show her how a stifling, long corporate meeting is eating up hundreds of dollars in company profits. Just be wary when using on the mother-in-law.
The Blabber Meter is lightweight and completely portable, ideal for those on-the-go situations at the supermarket or front porch.
Yes, the Blabber Meter is for real – learn more or buy one today for only $24.99 at its website BlabberMeter.com.
Yes, the Blabber Meter – because money is time, time is money and nothing is as golden as silence.
Ryn Gargulinski is a poet, artist, performer and TucsonCitizen.com Ryngmaster who sometimes wishes she had a Blabber Meter when a certain someone talks and talks through the movies we rent. Her column appears every Friday on Rynski’s Blogski. Her art, writing and more is at RynRules.com and Rynski.Etsy.com. E-mail firstname.lastname@example.org.
What do you think?
Will you be purchasing a Blabber Meter?
What Chatty Cathy types annoy you most?
What methods have you used to make people be quiet?