Sunset in Bibleburg

The sun retreats down an alley near Chez Dog.

The sun retreats down an alley near Chez Dog.

BIBLEBURG, Colo. (MDM) — One of the reasons posts have been few and far between lately is that Chez Dog is changing hands on Friday, and someone had to make the journey north to prepare the place for its new owners.

Guess who?

So I rented a Chevy van last Friday and motored back to The Old Home Place®, and I’ve been peeling the joint like an onion ever since.

Happily, the bulk of our proud-ofs are already in the Duke City. We mostly relied on thrift-store items to furnish the joint for our Airbnb guests. But a couple bits of furniture are nice enough that I wanted to bring them back to Albuquerque, along with my professional archives — 26 years’ worth of VeloNews and 23 of Bicycle Retailer. I should’ve had the movers fetch them along last year, but as you know, I will never be smart.

So I’ve been delivering items like some disheveled Santa Claus to various thrift stores, the Springs Rescue Mission, and Bike Clinic Too. If I can’t find a taker for our La-Z-Boy love seat, which folds into a nice single bed, I’ll take that to Habitat for Humanity.

The garage is emptied and swept, the basement is likewise barren, and the kitchen is down to the few bits one person needs for food preparation and service. The second bedroom holds a dismantled queen bed awaiting its new home, and the master bedroom will be in a similar state right after I have my java tomorrow morning.

Then we play “What Fits Into the Van?” Everything that doesn’t will get piled in the middle of the street, soaked in gasoline, and set on fire, and I will strip down to some strategic and very minimalist blue paint and dance around it and then. …

Uh, did I say that or only think it?

Actually, what happens next is I give the joint a quick wash and brushup, then piss off to a motel in preparation for a heavily laden, slow-motion cruise to the Duke City on Thursday.

I’ll miss the place, and the people. Don’t make the mistake of judging Bibleburg by its fools, knaves, charlatans, false prophets, homicidal lunatics, small hat sizes, pint-size Elmer Gantrys and John Galt wanna-bes. Those people are everywhere; that their headquarters is here is an unfortunate accident of history.

There are some fine folks living in the shadow of Pikes Peak, and one of these days they may build a city here. It’s a fine place for one.

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13 Responses to “Sunset in Bibleburg”

  1. Pat O'Brien Says:

    That little place always fascinated me. It just looked so damn comfy.
    Have a safe trip back and don’t spend all the sale proceeds on the way back unless you want to live in that van down by the river.
    By the way, if you want to watch something at the hotel, check out the “Mark Twain Award for Eddie Murphy” on the PBS web site. We really enjoyed it.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      If Herself hadn’t gotten that derned job in the Military-Industry Clusterplex we’d still be here, fat and sassy. It is comfy, with just enough room that two people don’t rub each other raw.

      I’ll look for that show. Eddie, like Richard Pryor, Tim Allen, and a whole bunch of other folks, all used to be funny before Hollywood got its claws into them.

  2. khal spencer Says:

    “…26 years’ worth of VeloNews and 23 of Bicycle Retailer…”

    Really, Patrick. At our age, those professional archives are to some degree our lives, aren’t they? Its spooky, isn’t it? You do damn good work. Really damn good work.

    I always found moving haunting. I heard the houses I lived in to say to me “what the fuck do you mean, leaving me like this for a mere pile of money? Who the Hell are you leaving me for?”

    It was especially hard leaving 965 Honokahua Place, where we lived for ten years before bailing out of Honolulu for BombTown. Sometime during the spring of 2001 we had the big faculty strike at the U of Hawaii and I was on the union board. Got tossed over the front of a pickup truck because I was not about to relinquish the fucking picket line for some goddamn scab. Then, that spring, riding my bike home from the UH, I found a baby cardinal with birth defects on the side of the road. We raised it for a few months and gave it flying lessons in the living room. I passed it on to close friends when we moved here. It died,ironically, on 9-11. Turns out it had massive poisoning from pesticides.

    I expect the soul of that bird to be waiting for me some day, kinda pissed off that I traded life in Hawaii for this damn job.

    What a world.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      Thanks, K. I had good teachers. A old friend and I were just recalling, via the miracle of the Innertubez, our glory daze at the Bibleburg Gazette way back in the late Seventies. The place was owned by neolibertard fascist asshats even then, but it was a good place to start learning the craft.

      I’ve been cranking out the bushwa in one form or another for 38 years now, if you don’t count the amateur stuff; I drew cartoons for my high-school and college newspapers, too. Longevity must count for something. After all those years even I must have crapped out a rose or two.

      This has been a great house for us, and I’ll miss it, same as I miss the place outside Weirdcliffe, where we lost Fuerte and Tina and Bandit are buried. Ike (Chairman Meow) is buried in the back yard here, and I trust her to keep an eye on things in our absence. We still own the House Back East®, and it will take some watching now that there will be young folk (gasp!) in the ‘hood.

      I have it on good authority that one of them drives a noisy pickup truck. The horror … the horror. …

  3. John ONeill Says:

    Is that a tear I see?

  4. Libby Says:

    Tough to say a final goodbye. You had a good run. To paraphrase in English a French movie title: “Those Who Love Me Can Take a Long Drive”. To Albuquerque.

  5. larryatcycleitalia Says:

    I hope to be doing the same thing soon, (really soon if some ass-hat like Trump gets elected prez!) though instead of a Chevy van we’ll be climbing into an airplane bound for Italia. Lots of stuff going out via ebay these days including plenty of cycling memorabilia from 3+ decades of chasing big time pro races around Italy and France. Safe travels PO’G.

    • khal spencer Says:

      Over the weekend, we went to Fanta Se to do some shopping and on the way back to the ranch, stopped at the memorial to the Japanese-Americans who were forced into a WW II internment camp that was right in The City Different. The memorial is a big white granite block with a bronze plaque embedded in it, located on the hill overlooking the house we bought in Casa Solana. Its on the edge of the big dog park, the Frank Ortiz Park.

      Turns out the entire Casa Solana development is built on what was a concentration camp. Lest we forget, we’ve gone down this Trump-ugly path before.

      Picture of that memorial here:

  6. Carl Duellman Says:

    i always feel like i come away a better person after having read your column and all the comments. it’s comforting to know there are still reasonable and enlightened people on the web-a-tron. good luck with the move. it’s amazing what gets hauled away and what doesn’t when you pile stuff by the side of the road.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      Thanks, Carl. It’s a good crowd that hangs around here, though management often leaves something to be desired.

      I’m glad I picked a van that was too small for everything that was still in Chez Dog. It forced me to triage ruthlessly, and as a consequence some useful items went to people who needed them. That was my favorite part of the project.

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