Self improvement through tango

It was one of my resolutions for this year, to learn to tango. Then I was told that it takes 10 years to learn tango. Conflicts in space-time theory aside, I signed up for a tango workshop this weekend.

The instructor was about what you might expect a world famous dancer to be like; eccentric, scattered, wild-eyed, and frequently incomprehensible. None the less, by the end of the work shop, he had most of us at least proficient enough that when an occasional tango song is played, we'll no longer have to leave the dance floor in shame. Now we can wait until after the song to leave the dance floor in shame.

If any body was watching CBS channel 5 in Phoenix last night, you might have seen me, I gave two reporters a tour of Oak Creek Canyon and the north side of the Brin's Fire yesterday. Search and Rescue was called out to man road blocks and escort residents through the restricted areas and someone was needed to accompany the journalists, so I got the assignment. Then again, the piece may not have even made it on air, there really wasn't much for them to film other than me driving them through the canyon and some smokey shots of the creek. I was under explicit orders not to let them out of the vehicle, but even if they had been able, that sector of the fire was pretty quite.

Hitting the road on Friday, first Sante Fe, then Colorado, Neraska, and Wyoming. I'll miss Flag for sure, but the horizon, she's a callin' me...