Miniatures

The Kid sleeps late in the morning.  The old people don't.  And daylight savings time started in Seattle.  Not in Arizona.  I was so confused!!!    

I left behind the subdued earth tones and building covenants of Green Valley, home of the maternal unit, and drove north to Tucson.  At the early hour of ten AM, The Kid was starving.  Where to go?  What would Tom Waits do?   To find answers to these questions we headed straight to Bobo's to queue up with the locals. 

Breakfast from 5:30 AM.  That's my place.  Straight up real breakfast, a packed house and loads of character without pretense.  The Rev says "Check it out!"

What lurks behind the giant door?  The museum of Miniatures.  One of the stranger museums I have been to, this one was The Kid's choice.  All things tiny, all things miniature, and all of the wonderful human obsession needed to produce theses tiny marvels. 

Creepy little dioramas...

Crazy mechanical creations from a maniacal Swiss clock maker....

And the moving parts to keep it... Umm... Moving.  

The Kid is back home, I am back in Green Valley amongst the Aged, and tomorrow I fly for Panama.  Goodbye Tucson.   Onward!!!