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Falling in love in old-time Phoenix


Let's time-travel back to old-time Phoenix and fall in love. Birds do it, bees, do it, heck, I've even heard that educated fleas do it. Let's do it, let's fall in love.

It's springtime, we're young, and Phoenix is growing. The population is absolutely exploding! And the old-timers are complaining about it, because they're looking at parking spots. But we're looking at girls. And, wow, look at the girls!

I don't know about you, but I'm partial to blue-eyed blondes. And there are a lot of them around, mostly from places back east like Minnesota, where there are a lot of Scandinavian people. They're pretty, but you don't want to leave them out in the Phoenix sunshine too much, they'll burn.

Waitaminute, look at her! Those dark eyes, that flowing black hair! She really brings out the fire in my spirit. I wonder if she would talk to me, or even look at me. And look over there, she must be from China, or Japan. I feel my heart beating, loud as thunder, as she walks by. Yeah, I know what I said, never mind what I said. Let's keep looking at girls.

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Wait, I think I see one for you. No, never mind, I want her. She must have Indian blood in her. How beautiful she is, and how she walks with such dignity. I think I'm going to go up and talk to her. Never mind, it looks like she's with someone. But maybe that's her brother!

The redhead over there? No, thanks, I stay away from them, I've heard they have terrible tempers. On the other hand, maybe not. She's a dream walking.

Oh my. Look at her! And you told me that there weren't any black people in Phoenix. She's lovely, simply amazing. How do I look? Oh, shut up.

Let's just sit here on the corner of Central and Washington and watch the people go by. Yeah, right, we're people-watching if anyone asks. I just love Phoenix, and I think I'm going to be falling in love just about right away.


Image at the top of this post: Girls in the Salt River in 1915, near the Granite Reef Dam