You know? You make it really hard for me to color inside the lines. It's your fault, actually.

That list of people to consider would be good for at least 1000 words before I locked in on my 90 year old self. You know that is only 18 years away for me, right? This sort of thinking is exactly what tossed me into a funk for an entire year. I'd just end up telling me "Don't stop. Don't even slow fucking down."

I'd love to 'do' the monument to Haj Ali. He was the official US Army Camel Herder recruited from Arabia (that's what it was called, then) to try to use Camels for freight and supplies in this part of the world. It worked! But the Dodge Brothers submitted a bid to the Army in 1910 and it became apparent really fast that they were on to something with cars and trucks. So the Army canceled the camel project. That's all, no follow up, just stopped paying Haj Ali and ended the food shipments. So he turned them loose and they thrived. They migrated off to the north east and arrived at the Navajo reservation about the time the depression got really bad. The Navajo discovered that camel made fine eating and soon there were no more. It's said an entire generation of Navajo children grew to adulthood eating Camel Soup.

The locals couldn't pronounce Haj Ali's name so they renamed him Hi Jolly. He lived up into the 50s. As Hi Jolly.

You see what I did here? I did some of my scofflaw type writing in the comments! No rule breaking for me.