Wednesday, April 01, 2015



Diamond in the Rough

Filled with the ghosts of Hall of Fame baseball players and mistreated miners, a ballpark in Bisbee reasserts its claim as the nation’s oldest.

“Older than Wrigley,” Mike Anderson says, gesturing expansively at the 114-year-old baseball field on which he’s standing. “Older than Fenway.”

He lives nearby and has spent countless hours here over the last few decades. But he still can’t keep a tone of awe out of his voice. “It’s a beautiful ballpark in a beautiful city. It’s in a time warp.”


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Tunnel Fever

Phoenicians who enjoy underground haunts – or merely the opportunity to toot their own horn – savor entering Downtown from the south via the Central Avenue underpass. Built in 1939 to circumvent both the Southern Pacific and Santa Fe railroad tracks, the subterranean corridor has evolved into one of the city’s most notable wormholes. “It’s a passage from one era to another, from an Art Moderne structure to a modern 20th-century city of tall glass buildings,” historian Donna Reiner says. “The effect is even greater at twilight.”


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A Bridge to Remember

The first vehicular bridge over the Salt River in 1911 resulted in a record-setting span and opened up south Phoenix to development.

On the cusp of statehood in 1911, Arizona was ready to break free of its Territorial status and assume its rightful place on the national stage – a momentous transition local leaders hoped to consecrate by christening a bridge over the unruly waters of the Salt River, which had long suffocated development of the south Valley. The debate between Phoenix and Tempe politicos on where to build such a span resulted in one of the most heated political battles in Maricopa County history. Ultimately, it was a fruitful ordeal, yielding a 2,120-foot-long, Valley-unifying artery that leaders trumpeted as the longest reinforced concrete bridge in the world.


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Yeast of Eden

Arizona’s oldest company is still making dough the old-fashioned way. Just more of it.

From the outside, Holsum Bakery’s sprawling Phoenix facility shows the wear and tear of 66 years. The generic-looking, weather-beaten warehouse on South 23rd Avenue backs up to its two lifelines – the railroad tracks to the north and Interstate 17 to the east – and doesn’t even bother with an entrance sign. Only the scent of fresh-baked bread hints at the hubbub inside, where a marvel of state-of-the-art automation – mixers, ovens and packaging machines connected by a spider web of steel conveyors – transports thousands of loaves of bread destined for lunch pails and dinner tables throughout the state.


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Wild West Makeover

In the spirit of our Wild West cover story, we offer this round-up of Western-themed amenities and services in the Valley.

Arizona Cowboy College
If you’re looking to learn how to lasso a wild mustang (or just how to ride a tame one), this is a great place to start.
30208 N. 152nd St., Scottsdale


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¶lim¶The Wild West


Forget every truth you hold to be self-evident: Arizona in the 1870s and 1880s was practically a Bizarro world version of our modern state. Back then, calling a man a “cowboy” wasn’t a compliment but fighting words. Mexico impatiently urged the United States to seal the porous border and stop Americans from stealing their property. And white males who disliked the federal government came to Arizona to get away from Republicans.


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From Drink to Clink

On May 24, 1917, the Prescott Journal Miner reported the arrest of Henry Schuerman, under the headline “Wine of Home Make Gets 3 in Bad,” as follows:

“This is the tale of the harrowing fate of 100 gallons of good homemade wine.


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