One enthusiast on the 'net held that he was a precursor to Faulkner, but I am not of that view. Genesis was a precursor of Marillion, perhaps. But these precursor notions are so often, in my view, dissertation toss-offs rather than insights. I wonder, though, if Mr. Faulkner thought that Mr. Cable precursed him--a google-worthy past-time for an empty hour someday.
Saturday morning's bright, early drive from the Phoenix airport to Tucson enchanted. I did not know a grove of pecan trees bordered the freeway somewhat improbably amid desert landscapes over by the local state prison.
I saw the ostriches standing at attention as I passed the Rooster Cogburn Ostrich Farm, and the sloping wonder of saguaro standing on the elevations.
It's about 75 degrees here, a nice relief from the 45 degrees in Dallas when I left.
Today I wander amid cacti and dream of living amid perpetual hummingbirds.