Up on the Rez, no matter who you are, the first thing that happens, without warning, when you walk into the supermarket called Bashas is that a law enforcement officer pulls out his gun and puts it right between your eyes.

You think I’m joking? Well … not exactly. It’s a temperature gun.

Before I walked into the Moenkopi Bashas store today, that had never, ever happened to me anywhere in this world.

And my question is: Why the everloving fuck not?

In the rest of the capitalist empire, even mask use has gone from a nice option to an increasingly rare sight. In Moenkopi, every single person is wearing. The cop with the gun made sure of it, on their way in.

I’m still very much in favor of defunding the police.

But not that guy. Fund him through Christmas at least.

Later, we were the rare tourists on what you might call the East Rim of the Grand Canyon.

As I think somewhat reluctantly about going back to some kind of job, a job up there is looking very tempting indeed.

There was even one job listed for an IT hotshot, which I am, at 65-85K plus federal benefits. Unfortunately you already had to be a federal employee (or a vet, or something else otherwise privileged) to even apply
… learning that took some wind out of my sails.

But not all of it. Not all of them. Sails. You know what I mean.