I could think of no other title that encompassed our weekend visit with dad and Cookie. Sunday morning we were deciding what to do before heading to the DBacks game, so we check the NYT online and see what it would do if it were in Phoenix. The only time-appropriate option was the Mystery Castle, a supposed gem in South Phoenix. We head on down, pay our $5 and are treated to a very interesting stone house built in the 40s and 50s that is covered in wall-to-wall junk. Cat calendars from years gone by, broken hide-away beds, discarded replica suits of armor, and yes, filthy teddy bears as far as the eye could see. The builder of the house lived in Seattle, got TB in 1939, moved to Arizona in a covered wagon (still laying around of course), built this monstrosity, went crazy, collected a bunch of crap, didn't tell his family he was still alive (from what we could gather) then willed the "castle" to his daughter. His daughter, now in her 80s, resides upstairs and apparently followed in her daddy's muffin-basket crazy footsteps.
It was a very enjoyable visit all around. Played some golf, badly, but decided I wouldn't let my game ruin a perfectly great day in Anthem. We hit the aforementioned DBacks game, which they won in 12 innings. We did not, however, stick it out for 4+ hours. Living 10 minutes from the ballpark means you only miss at most an inning and can catch the end on the TeeVee.
Yes, I have trimmed the playoff (finals) beard since that picture was taken.
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