TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT…JIM STILES ’SKETCHY ANDY’ SAYS HE’S ‘GUILTY’ AFTER ALL.. GETS SLAP ON WRIST &…IN DEFENSE OF ‘WELFARE BUMS’ & ‘LAZY LOAFERS’ SOWING CLOVER…TONYA STILES ‘The Blessings of Uncertainty’ THE GALLERY DEPUY! Our Favorite Southwest Artist &…
For the last couple of years, The Zephyr has been following, with a sense of bewilderment and amusement, the life and times of extreme sports entertainer, Andy “Sketchy Andy” Lewis. Most recently, we’ve been keeping an eye on his…
When I was a kid, I heard about my imagination constantly from adults–”What an imagination you have!” “Did that all happen in your imagination?” “Don’t worry. That’s just your imagination.” Sometimes these were meant as compliments. Sometimes they clearly were…
Until the day my father died, he and I agreed on practically nothing. Once, almost two decades ago, on a visit home, he and I crossed swords on the issue of welfare. While I’ve never quite been the bleeding-heart liberal…
NOTE: Some of the information in this story can be found in my book ‘Brave New West’ and in previous Zephyr articles, dating back to 1998…JS On the evening of October 31, 1936, President Franklin D. Roosevelt faced a standing-room…
Green Chev : A local’s classic. Not as many local “daily driver” classics in Moab as there once were. Atomic Motel : Stayed here a couple of times. Yes it was funky, and by funky I mean moldy.…
All photos were taken using an iPhone. Becky Knouff has lived in Moab, Utah for the last 27 years. She is a third generation house painter following in the footsteps of her father, grandfather, uncles and brothers. She…
Sometimes a radical movement ignites a spark of passion that captures the public’s imagination. After awhile powerful people, assuming they have some foresight, come to recognize that in order to protect themselves the group must be granted a bona fide…
Paul Vlachos is a New Yorker who understands The West. And he is a New Yorker who understands New York. Wherever Paul goes, he finds signs of life… I am currently on the road and I don’t have access to…
At twenty-one years of age, in 1950, I went through a hellish year, as national and international events seemed to pull me into areas in which I had little control. Distractions were many. Continuous war talk left my mind immobilized,…