Photo Index
is an easy to use, index web page listing links to hundreds of my original photos. Clicking the link
will send you to a page of photos decorated by unique captioning that has been capturing the attention
of the entire WWW .
My most popular pages are at:
Recent Buys and Bedstand Books of Mr.Wonderful where I list the most recent books I've bought, with their Barnes & Noble sales ranking, along with the publishers' comments.
The MW Review of Books is where I issue eloquent and frank book reviews the everyday reader can comprehend and use as a factor as to whether to purchase the book or not. Go figure, a book reviewer you can believe.
Here is your Mr. Wonderful's greatest fear. Well it's not my GREATEST fear. My greatest fear is that they discover tequila causes cancer. But, this is my second greatest fear and that is I get in an accident that is not my fault, but yet due to my $25,000 State Farm Insurance collision deductible, I have to drive around in a damaged automobile until I can save up enough money to get it fixed. How awful.
Normally I 'smudge' out the license plate number of any vehicle I use on my web pages. But, in this case, I'm leaving it loud and clear. This SOB ran the red light west bound at Paradise Lane and then blithely scooted south on Scottsdale Road. He/she must have thought they were driving a real Jaguar, not just a Jag body on a Mercury frame. The only excuse for this kind of A-Hole driving could be is, if at the time, they were drunker than your own Mr. Wonderful. Doubtful. Doubtful. People like this give drunk drivers a bad name.
The FBR Open golf tournament not only draws 200 million dollars to Scottsdale, it also draws
200 million cars ... oh yeah, and one UFO. What can I say? They follow me around.
While risking my life in the Arizona deserts, I located this rock pile, that indicates
it was placed by Aztec's taken away by UFOs in the 1500's, and returned to the planet in the
21st Century.
While most citizens of north Scottsdale believe these picturesque Jeeps to be filled
with wealthy tourists, your Mr. Wonderful knows them to be filled with disguised U.N. Troops
practicing disbursement to their appointed sites. Appointed sites which are delineated by codes written on
the backside of everyday highway signs.
At great personal risk, your Mr.Wonderful snapped this photo of a U.N. mobile missile launcher being raised to
its upright and locked firing position. While, to some of my less observant readers, this equipment may look like nothing more than a very large gravel truck dumping its load (which is kept covered beneath the red tarp) that is exactly what they want you to think! While pretending to be an illegal immigrant and by using my rudimentary knowledge of the Spanish language, I conversed with the U.N. guidance control specialist, who was from Venezuela. He confided to me they were practicing aiming the weapon at downtown Phoenix from various GPS designated locations north of the Valley.
Gasoline prices remain stubbornly high at $2.439 per gallon for unleaded regular. But not as high as they could be if your Mr.Wonderful had not given away his gas-hog 1980s vintage Chevrolet Suburban. And that
was when fuel was only a dollar gallon and it ran forty dollars to fill it up. In any case I don't see anyone
changing their driving habits of flooring it from stoplight to stoplight. If you look closely, you can see
the reflection of MW's camera and perfect Aryan face.
While south bound on Pima Road, above Pinnacle Peak Road, and risking getting rear-ended by some selfish, tunnel-visioned, Xanax-dosed member of the North Scottsdale Taliban, I snapped this scene of yet another accident on the north bound side.
Driving home from the Reata Pass Restaurant I spotted this dweeb on his cell phone in his
overpriced Maserati Quatroporte. From her higher perch in her Excursion, note the lady behind
him admiring his wheels.
Driving along the 101 Freeway north at 5:30AM on the Pima Road exit ramp, I saw these two highway patrol cars,
lights on, with a pulled over maroon Ford Focus station wagon in front. When I was growing
up in the 1950s and 60s, it was very rare to see a police vehicle with its roof lights blinking.
Now, even in the Town of Paradise Valley, I am shaken awake nights & early mornings by the
screaming wail of fire, ambulance and police sirens.
As only the closest of my friend's know (and now you are one) after waking up
from my wild Samuel Taylor Coleridge-like dreams (only, since mine are inspired by tequila, they might be called Frito Bandito-like dreams) I sometimes write them down, before they fade like the memories of last night's sweaty and steaming ecstasy (too bad the summits always seem to occur when I am by myself). In any case here is an impossible photo from a dream of a scene from World War I picturing a biplane flying overhead, while Snoopy and I dive into the trenches.
I've mentioned before, that as traffic merges north from the 101 onto the I-10 heading towards Prescott,
it often slows to a crawl for three or more miles. While it may appear not unusual to see this yellow
Corvette over the solid white line, know that the idiot was swerving back and forth. Back and forth in
traffic that was solid for miles and miles ahead. Like maybe he thought 'we' were all in his way and
somehow he deserved to be in the pole position. Prior to snapping this photo, this Kyle
Busche wannabe was indeed in his proper lane, however at that point he was quickly snapping his steering
wheel back and forth causing his ride to jump back and forth in his lane like a
Nascar racer trying to dry out his tires after a downpour at the track.
What to do after you stab your wife seven times in front of your seven children? Jump in your
vehicle, drive twenty-seven blocks on the 101 Freeway East, leap out at sixty-seven miles per hour,
slam your head into a thirty-seven foot tall highway pole and close the highway to 77,777
fellow drivers.
Tuesday, at Scottsdale Road and Shea Boulevard I witnessed this massive SUV.
Notice how it dwarfs the Mercury Navigator to its rear and almost takes out the traffic
signals. Your Mr.Wonderful, being an evil Conservative Republican who hates the environment,
rejoiced as the vehicle lurched forward while a plume of black, sooty, diesel exhaust stabbed
the light blue afternoon sky.
Wednesday a guest told me he had been watching a white helicopter flying over north
Scottsdale when he heard it, "Phhht, Phhht, Phhht!" and then fall nose first from the
sky into a backyard. As paparazzis often overfly my gatehouse hoping to get an exclusive photo of the reclusive Mr.Wonderful, from my file of November of 2005, this could be a picture of the same Robinson R22 two passenger helicopter
Using the same services as your Mr.Wonderful does (most times I just can't compromise on quality) Jenna Jameson's Bentley is seen next to the Mighty Hyundai. Due to the sensitive (and illegal) recording and photographic equipment kept in the rear of the Korean Silver Streak I had to artificially black-out my rear window.
While, to some of my less observant readers, this equipment may look like nothing more than a very large gravel truck dumping its load (which is kept covered beneath the red tarp) that is exactly what they want you to think! While pretending to be an illegal immigrant and by using my rudimentary knowledge of the Spanish language, I conversed with the U.N. guidance control specialist, who was from Venezuela. He confided to me they were practicing aiming the weapon at downtown Phoenix from various GPS designated locations north of the Valley.
While south bound on Pima Road, above Pinnacle Peak Road, and risking getting rear-ended by some selfish, tunnel-visioned, 
