A Sense of Community

We had a car show in Superior Saturday night. The Chamber put on its second annual "Cruisin' Main" and old cars and (mostly) old people turned up to look at them and get nostalgic. It was a hot day, 104 or so, and was taking a toll on folks. A lot gathered in the shade, but still lingered to check out the old cars. Every once in a while, a group would pull away from the curb and drive showily up Main Street, letting us all get a gawk at what Once Was.

We found Bert out in front of his Toast Bistro, preparing to grill some special bleu cheese and chorizo hamburgers for the supper hour. He'd been open since eight that morning and normally doesn't keep the restaurant open that late on a Saturday. But since this was a special Saturday, he was going to serve supper. We promised to return.

Since Bert opened Toast in December, he's been experimenting with his menu and times he's open. A good deal has to do with his own stamina but it's been a tough five months, opening his new restaurant right at the darkest economic times we've seen in decades. One of the things he's dreamed about was keeping the place open in the evenings for the locals to come in and enjoy some of his offerings and talk and catch up with each other.

Well, he achieved it Saturday night. When we got there at six thirty, all the tables save one were filled. And except for one table, all of them were filled with folks from the community. It was Party Time at Bert's Toast and a spontaneous, easy time was enjoyed by everybody, even the group that had only shown up for the car show. Folks were talking back and forth from the tables and chatting and carrying on, all the while enjoying these hot grilled chorizo burgers melting with bleu cheese and served on Bert's singular artisan rolls.

It was sublime. It was great fun. And it's what a lot of us have envisioned for Superior and thought maybe we'd never see again. A bustling downtown spirit, a place where the locals can dine and hang out and share their opinions and a great sense of community. And it looks like, at least at certain moments like these on Saturday night, that we can achieve that which some thought might never be again. Superior rising from the ashes of what Once Was and regaining her rightful place, as Main Street America.

I'm going to hang around for more!

A STRANGE STORY

Marilu came to visit us last week. She's the lady we purchased the new house from. She's 84 or 85 and we didn't know her well before we bought the house, but now that she's moved away, we keep in touch and it's almost like we gained an elderly aunt as well as a new house to fix up. During her visit, I took her inside to look at the paint and colors we were putting on her once white walls and she approved. She approved the roses and verbena blooming in her once empty flower beds. She told Bill and me she's real happy we bought the house. It feels like it's in good hands to her.

During the course of her visit, I showed her where I was moving aside hundreds of bricks to rebuild a brick patio that had become overrun with grass and weeds. "Watch out for scorpions!" she warned me.

"Scorpions? I haven't seen one, although I've been looking for them," I said. "I don't think there's any around."

"There are too!" She moved her hand in front of my face and massaged a finger on her right hand. "I got bit on this finger a few years ago. A big brown one! I called 9-1-1 and it was three days before I got feeling back in it. Ooohhh! I HATE scorpions!" She shuddered.

"Well, I'll keep my eyes open," I promised. "But I've moved that pile of bricks out there and haven't seen a one."

"Oh, it wasn't in the garden," Marilu exclaimed. "It was in the kitchen. I'd just gotten up and was standing by the sink, running some water for coffee. This big brown scorpion crawled out of the drain and bit my finger. I've ALWAYS checked the drain after that!"

"Strange," I muttered, wondering whether Marilu was mistaken or just telling 'an old lady's tale'. "But I've seen nothing in the drain. I haven't even seen a dead bug in the house."

"They come up through the drain from the sewer," she repeated ominously.

I didn't repeat the story to Bill. Again, I thought it was just a tale she was telling me.

The next day, I was doing some painting in the living room and came into the kitchen to use the sink to rinse out a brush. ( I LOVE water based paints!) As the water was running, I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. At the mouth of the drain in the same sink Marilu had warned me about was a fair sized, two and a half inch brown scorpion. It was waving his tail menacingly at me. Like maybe he was trying to catch and sting my finger.

I drew back, sucking my breath in. Yep! Here was Marilu's scorpion, come out of the sewer and into the sink to take a bite of the new owner. Well, lucky for me, I rinsed him back down the sink before he had a chance to put his plan into effect. But I keep my eyes open now and realize it wasn't just a story Marilu was telling me!

Dear President Obama,

Dear President Obama,

I heard you were going to come to Phoenix next week to promote your Stimulus package and I wanted to give you a Heads Up for a Win-Win situation that will get people back to work here in Arizona, be good for both the Arizona and the Federal economy and not cost the government one red cent. Yep, that's the truth! You can use your influence to promote the Southeast Arizona Land Swap bill in Congress that's been kicked around for the past three or four years. What it does is grant some federal land to the Resolution Copper Company in return for them giving some of theirs farther south in Arizona to the Feds. What it will do for them is get the world's second biggest copper mine ready to go and bring in lots of bucks in revenue for both the state of Arizona (which badly needs it, as you know) and the federal government too (and at the rate the federal government is giving away money now, they could use it too!) It's a win-win situation for you because the federal government doesn't have to do a thing except collect the revenue since the mine will be owned and operated by a private company. Oh yes, it's a company that's owned in Great Britain, but aren't we all a global economy now? This is NO TIME to be petty about that! And yes, you're going to hear some grumblings from some left wing groups and whiney environmentalists who have been trying to stop this project for some time now, but when you get down to the nitty gritty, what's more important right now? Starving people in Arizona hoping for a chance to work and make their communities better or an elite group of "We've got ours, they don't need to have theirs!" bunch of whiners. Well, now, I know you fellows who get elected must listen to the Whiners since they fund your elections with their big checks. But I've got to tell you, if you could expedite this Land Exchange so that Resolution Copper can move forward on this thing and we can get people started back to work and striving to improve themselves and they can afford to stay in these small mountain towns east of Phoenix instead of moving back to the inner cities, then these folks are going to sing your praises, Mr. President and who knows how much that brings you in the next election?

I think it's time you started doing what's right for the Little People, Mr. President and move forward on some of these private industry bills that have been stalled too long by so-called "Do-Gooder" environmentalists. We need this copper company to help make things better here in Superior and I bet, if you'd help it get started, you'd see a trickle down effect in the rest of the Copper Corridor. So go ahead... step out and give it your seal of approval. Get those folks like Rep. Raul Grijalva behind it instead of opposing it. We need it NOW not LATER!

Thank you. Your constituent, Nancy Vogler

PS: The picture here is of a sunset of Apache Leap. The new copper mine would be located just east of there.

Setting The Stage

We 'set the stage' pretty good for the new Superior to emerge last week. We didn't get the thousands of people for the Home and Building Tour we thought we might, but we did draw upwards of a thousand over the week-end. The volunteers from the Chamber of Commerce did a real fine job of welcoming the folks and making them feel at home. People were staged in two areas, the Main Street area for the Home and Building Tour and south of town at the grammar school for the Art and Antique Fair. Bill and I spent most of our week-end at the Main Street end, greeting visitors. Tina hadn't given me a specific spot to be in, so I spent the better part of two days parked in front of the Chamber office on Main Street, showing folks where to get their tickets, then helping direct them to start their tour. It took a lot of talking but (ahem! if I do say so myself) I'm good at that!

Sometimes, the people would pull up to the curb and get out of their cars, looking around our old town sort of nervously, like they expected some old miner would ascend on them with a pick and shovel. And I would move toward them, exclaiming what a perfect day they'd picked to visit our town or wasn't that necklace she was wearing "just exquisite!" and show them where to go get their tickets and in that brief moment of me talking, you could just watch their hesitation and anxiety melt away and they'd stride into the Chamber office. Bill spent his days at the old high school directing traffic and helping oldsters ascend the two flights of steps into their bygone school days of a building. On Sunday, he manned a post at the old Magma Club, the social club for miners in the long ago days, answering myriad questions about the town's history.

Just an aside here, yes, I kept my ears open and I learned a lot about the history too. More than I knew before. That during the Teens, Twenties and Thirties and possibly even into the Fifties, there were three (yes, sir... THREE!) houses of ill repute in our Main Street. The most popular one seemed to be the one the town hall is housed in now, because it had two upstairs bedrooms that looked out over Main Street (one room looking east toward Apache Leap and the other looking west toward Pickett Post) and the married men liked this whore house the best because that way they could look out and see if the Little Woman was wandering the streets looking for her man. This is the same building, by the way, that does have an active spirit in it, she's been photographed by some ghosthunters, a grim looking lady dressed in black lace scowling over at the photographer. But gee, now that I know the story, I'm wondering if that grim looking lady might not be one of the cuckolded wives, scowling about the state of affairs she found herself in. Sounds good to me!

Anyway, back to the Home Tour... I digress. After a busy Saturday morning greeting visitors, at one, I hustled over to the bakery/bistro to help out. Bert was short handed and very busy! The brunt of the visitors looked like they had picked his cafe to lunch in. As I headed in, Bert was out in front grilling chicken and sausage and said there'd be no baking but that I could pitch in and wait tables and help make sandwiches.

Now... that's flattering, but let me tell you a secret. For all of my almost sixty years, I have never actually got to wait tables for a living. I've always thought this would be a pretty nifty way to make your keep. Moving around a crowded room of folks eating, feeding them and making them happy. What's not to like about that? Well, as this seems to be my year for making my dreams come true... I got this wish too! The tables were all full, but only half were actually eating. The order taker was also the only waitress and as she flashed her wild eyes at me as I entered to wash up, I could tell this wasn't going to be a 'piece of cake'. Sandwich Girl was up to her elbows slicing rolls and avocado for sandwiches. She looked at me and gasped, "Thank God you're here!" and I looked blankly back, and said simply, "You'll have to tell me what to do. I only bake. I haven't done sandwiches." Waitress Girl came back in and slapped a sheaf of orders at Sandwich Girl and barked, "Get out there and take some orders. Help me out!" I nodded. (I can do this! How hard can this be?) as Pizza Girl came careening out of the back kitchen, barking for a platter for a hot pizza out of the oven.

I approached the first table, a huge smile on my face. There were four ladies sitting there. I remembered them from the morning. They were from Mesa. One of them was wearing a little rhinestone hat with valentines on it. They'd been so cheery and happy when they'd arrived for the Home Tour. "How are you ladies doing?" I cooed, standing at their table. "We want our lunch," Rhinestone Valentine said through clenched teeth. "We've waited an hour for it!" "Oh, my, I'm sorry!" (I was too. I can't fake these things!) "Let me see what the hold up is!" I fled back to the kitchen. Sandwich Girl was slicing through bread and she'd been joined by Pizza Girl who was heaping salad on plates, as Waitress Girl buzzed in and out barking orders and generally looking like she'd rather be anywhere else than where she was. Dishwasher Girl (turns out, it was her first day on the job) stolidly stood at the sink, back to us, washing pots and pans. "There's a group of ladies who said they've waited an hour for their lunch," I told Sandwich Girl. "I know!" she moaned, checking a pan of sandwiches being toasted. "We ran out of bacon and their order got lost. They're nearly done." "Okay," I turned and went back out to the Rhinestone ladies from Mesa. "I'm sorry," I greeted, still smiling, but it wasn't that huge easy to come by smile, I can usually muster. "Your orders are nearly ready. The girls got swamped. It's busy... you know?" "We're not staying!" Rhinestone Valentine stood up, nearly upsetting the table. The other three ladies struggled to their feet. "Waiting an hour for lunch is unforgivable!" "I'm sorry," I repeated. I wondered if she cared to know that I'd now been on my feet for the past five hours and hadn't had a moment all day to even take a sip of water or go pee, let alone sit down. No, I doubted that she'd care about that either. Still, sitting on one's fanny for a whole hour sounded pretty dreamy to me at that point!

So eventually, we got through the lunch crowd. They dwindled off and by two pm, there was only one elderly couple left in the cafe finishing up their lunch. The girls found time to sit at the staff table and share one of Pizza Girl's creations. "I like it better like this!" Waitress Girl announced happily. I looked around the nearly deserted restaurant and the elderly man caught my eye and smiled. I shook my head, "No, you shouldn't," I told her. "It doesn't pay the bills!"

Later on Saturday afternoon, I found Bert, resting his aching back and asked him what he thought of the crowds. "What if we did a really good job getting folks to visit our town, Bert? And this is only the beginning. What if they hit you like this each and every day you were open? Is this how you want to spend the rest of your days?" He grinned and shook his head. "I guess we have to be careful what we ask for, don't we?"

What's This All About?

For the past month (plus), Bill and I have been involved with a Chamber of Commerce fundraiser. It's a home and building tour with an art and antique show of things uniquely Superior. It will take place all across town this next week-end January 31 and February 1. We've got five or six home to tour and seven buildings for folks to see. We're going to have art and antique vendors selling from the local school and I've been in charge of procuring food vendors who will be set up downtown.

It's all coming together well. We've had good publicity from the 'tony' magazines of the Southwest to local television and radio coverage that certainly can't hurt. We hope to attract some of the Snow Birds as well as restless locals from the Phoenix area looking to do something fun. We've even gotten sponsorship from the Arboretum.

What we haven't had, is a lot of volunteers at the local level. That's probably because 1) it's the first time we've had this tour and 2) it does coincide with Super Bowl Sunday and there's a lot of Cardinals fans here. Still, it would be nice if we had a bit more co-operation. One of the buildings we're proposing to show is the old high school. Built sometime in the mid-1920's and operated through the 2000-2001 school year, it's a mammoth two story red brick structure. The school board sold it for a mere pittance several years ago and the poor edifice has been sitting empty and uncared for ever since. The organizers of our Home and Building Tour got permission from the owners to open it up for tours on our two day event, but... (isn't there always a but?) it had to be cleaned first. So the committee members assembled at nine Saturday, armed with brooms and buckets and mops and a couple of vacuum cleaners to clean a few rooms. At least, that was the plan, I thought I'd heard at the meetings we've been attending.

The chairman, who is one of the hardest working ladies in town that promotes our fair town, was uneasy how many folks would give up their Saturday to come out and clean the looming edifice. She kept saying that if just a few showed up, then we'd just clean a few rooms and that's all that would be shown. Seven of us showed up Saturday morning, followed in a few hours by about seven more. Most of these folks (everybody except the chairwoman and her husband and Bill and me) were alumni of the old high school. Now, when room after dusty room was opened up that morning, there were ooh's and ahhh's and "I remember this..." and "Do you know what happened here...?" anecdotes scattered all over. It would have been fun to listen to more of their stories if we hadn't been dealing with so much dirt and dust.

Do you know how much dust can accumulate in eight years in this desert environment? I'll tellya, how much: A BUNCH! It's soft and silty and covers everything! When you sweep it, it flings itself into a cloud over your head and hovers there, making your nose itch and your eyes tear up and pretty soon while you're sweeping, you're sure you're going to expire of Valley Fever! Once you've done cleaning a vast expanse of (once beautiful) hardwood or (really vintage) asbestos tile, you look back over what you've cleaned (yeah, you think you've cleaned it!) only to find another dusty sheen, perhaps not as thick as the original, still remains. Well then, the mop buckets and mops came out. Even as a corner or two got the grime off, buckets would have to be emptied and mops cleaned up for another go at the same stretch of floor. After three attempts over the chemistry room's pale green asbestos tiles, I gave up in disgust as muddy streaks mocked my efforts to abate them. I don't know what might have worked, a good pressure washer, maybe!

By noon, I had physically had it. I felt as if I'd used up every spare bit of energy I might have risen with. I mopped one room three times, swept and dust mopped three more rooms and one hallway and scraped soil and leaves off the front steps. The folks who toiled away were still trying to make the upstairs gymnasium and its vast expanse of polished hardwood presentable and another group was toiling away in the library where shelves had been piled haphazardly. Yet a third building remained untouched until the group got down to that after lunch.

Now, I didn't stay for the afternoon fun. Bill brought me home where I collapsed on the couch for a nap with Chuy nestled beside me. He went back and worked with the others till four-thirty when nobody could stand up any longer. The building will be on the Tour and if you come, I hope you'll stop by and see the old High School, whether you were an alumni or not. I told Bill later, I'm sure glad the rest of the folks who agreed to show their homes and buildings on the Tour didn't need us committee members to come by and clean up their space for them. 'Cause if they did, I bet we wouldn't find any more willing members to do it!

For those in the Phoenix area, come see what I'm talking about: Superior Chamber of Commerce presents their First Annual HOME and BUILDING TOUR with Art and Antique Show, Saturday January 31 and Sunday February 1 from 10 AM to 4 PM. Cost is $10 day of event, or $8 presale. Call Superior Chamber of Commerce 520-689-0200 for more information. And no, we won't make you sweep a floor!

And then some...

The job continues. I baked at Toast, the cafe/bakery, twice this week. Patronage was light due to the Inauguration and a persistent rain, so my Wednesday stint was cancelled. Monday's baking session was grim: the cake donuts were too light and soft to remove easily from the pan (we bake them rather than fry them, which is sort of a sacrilege for a donut, don't you agree?) and instead ended up resolving in a pile of crumbs that got tossed into a waste can. But the same donuts I baked today plopped out of their pans intact and crumbless, ready to be dipped in butter and coated in cinnamon sugar and were sitting on the racks by nine thirty waiting for the customers to come and taste them. The cinnamon rolls I baked today were light and fluffy and dripping with oozy cream cheese buttercream by nine forty just in time to be placed on waiting diner's plates five minutes later. This job makes me happy in ways running the Landing never did. I do like to make folks happy, that's true, but turning out good things to eat is pure fun.

It's not just the food, of course, that's part of the job. There's the people too. Fellow employees are part of the job and getting on with them is part of the fun too. Take the dishwasher, for example. The fellow who made my first day so great by washing up all the bowls I got dirty. The fellow who I thought was going to make this job the Best just because he was washing up behind me. He quit. Well, technically, I guess that's wrong. He didn't quit. But after last Friday, he just neglected to show up to work anymore. Bill and I passed him on the street Sunday when we were walking the dog and he greeted us just fine. So I don't think he had any hard feelings over all the pots and pans I sent his way. I think he just felt that three days washing dishes in the small cafe was enough for him. So he stayed home this week. So, hmmmm, that part of the job wasn't so much fun today. When I needed an extra bowl because I'd messed up too many and here were four sitting dirty and I needed to get a fifth used, then I had to step over to the sink and wash a few out. It humbles the chef a bit, but hey, I've been doing that at home for over forty years. What's new?

The other girls in the cafe are great. Eager young women wanting to do the right thing, rushing to get their jobs done without getting in each other's way. Asking questions of Bert, the baker, about various aspects of recipes or how things should be done. They've got a keen appreciation of trying to do it right the first time. In a way, it's like they are students studying extra hard for that test that's coming up. But when the cafe fills up around noon and there's ten dozen things to do to keep the customers happy and the food moving, these girls hustle and there's no slouching. I have been so impressed to watch how well this young green staff is doing. Makes me proud!

So for anybody in the Superior area that hasn't found Toast yet. It's open 7 AM to 2 PM, Tuesdays through Sunday and is located at 180 Main Street. We serve espressos and lattes and gourmet sandwiches and salads as well as some great chorizo pizza on Wednesdays and Fridays and some of the best Artisan bread in the Phoenix area. And if you are dieting, ask for one of those cinnamon rolls lathered with cream cheese buttercream. That oughta do you for a spell!

Dream Job

The last thing I expected to receive in this depressed economic climate was an invitation to participate in my Dream Job. Actually, the last thing I expected to receive in this depressed economic climate was a chance to work part-time anywhere! I guess that's where Fate steps in and plays a hand for you.



During the busy Christmas season, Bill and I were invited to seven different parties and dinners. Normally, we get to one, so seven was a definite HIGH for us. We met some wonderful new people and at most of these, I would take along a tray of Christmas cookies I'd baked. They were well received and I admit it: I like to hear people rave over my baking. One of our new buddies proclaimed them to be, "The Best Cookies!" he'd ever tasted. So yeah, next party invite, here's Nancy in the kitchen baking up another tray of goodies to bestow on the group.



I guess you could say those cookies were my resume into this dream job. One of the participants was a man from Petaluma (go figure!) who was opening a new bakery/bistro in town. He remarked one evening that it would be a good thing for me to come into the shop one day a week to bake cookies for him. I laughingly agreed, figuring it was probably just 'party talk'. But what a lark that would be I thought, since secretly, I've dreamed of either working in a bakery or a restaurant and making folks happy through their bellies with my food!



This week, when I stopped by for a loaf of his extremely great Artisan bread, he asked me for my phone number and asked me if I was serious about baking for him. I told him of course I was! Next day, his partner and G.M. calls and asks if I could come in on Friday to 'watch her' bake for four hours. If it worked out, then she'd let me bake on Monday and Tuesday and several days a week I could go in and bake her signature baked goods. Heart pounding, I agreed (whole heartedly!).



The bakery/bistro is open from five to two and besides fresh bread and pastries sells coffees and sandwiches and salads for lunch. The day I got there, there were two brand new employees getting trained, one who was there for her second day and two others who've been there about a week, plus Mary and Bert, the seasoned owners. We got blitzed with the biggest day so far.



The first half hour, Mary was able to show me where a number of the products were stored and the location of the ovens, work center and utensils. She pulled out a sheaf of recipes and said even though the bakery was only in its third week, there were signature dishes that were expected to be on the shelves: notably the cinnamon rolls and the Magma Cake. So those two things I would be watching her bake that day.



We had barely begun the double batch of cinnamon rolls, when the gal who was making sandwiches came in with a strange look on her face. They had just received an order for twenty two sandwiches and had forty five minutes to assemble them. Without missing a beat, Mary told me I was on my own since she'd be hustling to help get the orders ready.



'Normally,' (I mean in my own kitchen), I don't always read a recipe completely through before assembing it. Today, I was, although a pounding excitement kept filling me up as I could sense the staff's urgency as the lunch crowd started arriving ( as soon as eleven, I might add.) I take this to be because in Arizona, folks go to work earlier in the day because of the heat, so naturally would want to eat lunch sooner. The restaurant is located in an old building downtown with fifteen foot ceilings and the acoustics are raw. From my post in back, stirring up a copious quantity of dough, I could hear a woman's high pitched laugh rocketing off the rafters. It sounded like a party going on out in front and this new staff was hustling, even if some of us had no idea where everything was!



So here I was, trying to follow the recipe as best as it was written. If it said to mix the eggs and milk and butter in a separate bowl, before adding it to the dry ingredients, so be it, I was! At home, I'd tend to just dump them into the bowl of dry ingredients and save myself an extra bowl to wash. AH HA! That's where the beauty of the bakery/kitchen comes into play. We had us here, A DISHWASHER to take care of that pesky extra bowl. I don't mean a mechanical-you-load-it-you-clean-it-out sort of dishwasher. I mean, a real blood and bones fellow named Bernie who washed, rinsed, sanitized and put them back in your own workstation so you could get them out and get them dirty all over again!!! I tellya after two hours of this, I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven!

When my first tray of liberally iced with cream cheese frosting cinnamon rolls hit the shelves, I started to relax a fraction. When the Magma Cake finally came out of the oven to cool and didn't fall or look mis-shapen, I relaxed even more, but by then it was time to call it a day. I didn't realize until I got home how totally worn out I was. It was a wild ride to find one's way around a strange kitchen and hustle to get everything done plus try to turn out a product that pleased the customers as well as the owners, but I think I managed. It's not everybody who gets to start their dream job the same year they are pushing sixty. But I think it can be done and I'm going to try real hard to prove I'm a good baker.

I purchased a couple of cinnamon rolls and brought them home for our breakfast this morning. They were pretty good. But Bill was still laughing that I had to go off to bed by eight o'clock last night. Evidently, a year of being retired had its effect on me and after only four hours of being a baker, I was pooped out quite a bit!