Existential Zoroastrians for Jesus

If you're a horse, and someone gets on you,

And falls off,

And then gets right back on you,

I think

You should buck him off right away.

- Jack Handey

So far, we have had the most amazing January, here in Eureka.  It gets a little cool night, but the afternoons, well... they have been downright balmy!  My entire life I felt a little out of place, most places, 'like a brown pair of shoes with a tuxedo.'  When my wife and I started visiting Eureka Springs a few years back, it was really magic for us.  I can't explain it, for if I do, it might lose its magic.  Magic is kind of like love in that regard.  I would never have thought that a small town in the Ozark mountains in Northwestern Arkansas would have anything that I might be remotely interested in.  How wrong I was.  It is an interesting community, originally developed as a health resort for the healing powers of its springs.  Of course the community has had to reinvent itself many times since then.  But the magic that drew people here to be healed, still exists.  Like most 'snake oil', it really won't heal you, but it will make you feel a damn sight better.  

Eureka is a community of artists and those who would be artists.  It is a community of those who would erect a massive concrete Jesus to watch over the town but who would later crucify the feet of Jesus so they wouldn't have to put one of those red blinking lights on his head to warn away aircraft.  It's been called the milk-carton Jesus and Willie Nelson in a dress. And the statue has been accused of having women's breasts, which fits in well with Eureka's Diversity Weekend.  Usually, when folks around here tell you they found Jesus, it means they found their way to the Great Passion Play or they were looking in the wrong direction while having a cocktail on the observation deck of the Crescent Hotel.

Eureka is also a community of entrepreneurs and restauranteurs.  Hell, artists have to eat, too! Eureka also has a mix of Wiccans, Monks, New Agers, Ancient Agers, Re-cyclers, Pre-cyclers, bicyclers, gicleers and some of the world's best trout fishermen!  A mix of people who welcomed me to make Eureka my home.  Milk Carton Jesus and all.  Well, our dog, Precious, is looking at me with her, 'Feed Me' look so I had better close my non-sequitor meanderings for now and find a Greenie for the dog.