The more things change, the more things change some more.
I spent the first part of the week up at Florence, which has managed to preserve, refurb, and otherwise keep intact one of the nicest downtowns in Arizona. This is not easy to do. I've lived here and there in the state, and watched the city centers of Flagstaff, Glendale, Peoria, Pho-town, and, yep, Tucson, settle into ghostly disrepair by the mid-1980s. I felt like Rod Taylor in The Time Machine, pushing the lever forward through the years as his property descended into a boarded-up, weed-choked barrio basura. Maybe Florence was like that too--I wasn't checking. But then something happened. Things changed. They got better--for some, anyway.
Rod was striving mightily to travel forward through time, but going backwards is easy. You just need a couple hours and the Interpretive Audio Tour of Historic Florence, available from the nice folks at McFarland State Park. First stop: the Brunenkant City Bakery building, built in 1890 by German-born Conrad Brunenkant and still standing. The building is a monument to change, serving not only as a bakery, but a grocery store, doctor's office, hotel, library, visitor's center, and fraternal organization for Alianza Hispano-Americana.
It's all about change, because it turns out there's a term limit on the present.
The above photo was not taken in Florence, but Tucson. It's another structure that flourished, then hovered on the edge of the precipice, and is now back. The answer in a day or two, or three. Time is funny that way.