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I think that when Sykes southwest scenes started appearing in these “dailies” I first noted that my father, a Lutheran preacher in the cool gray and green state of Washington, had a subscription to the slick and warm color-saturated vehicle for tourism named “Arizona Highways.”  I liked to eat my cheerios while studying Arizona Highways.  It was a monthly, I believe.  This “Arizona Waterway” might have been a number in that periodical.  But is this Arizona or are we back in Utah?  Or both?  Only an arbitrary border – a straight line – divides them.  In the color chart of theology, this is as papist a river as the waterway in Daily Sykes #209 belongs to the Archbishop of Canterbury.  Again, Horace makes no confession.