Peter Pan’s Been Drinking


After leaving Las Vegas, I stopped in Boulder City, NV to see the Toilet Paper Hero of Hoover Dam statue. (Read about my visit to the statue here: I parked my van almost directly in front of a statue of Peter Pan and Tinker Bell by Mary Zimmerman.

Of course, I decided to take some photos of this statue too.

This photo shows Peter Pan just the way he lives in my imagination: the tunic, the tights, the collar, the upturned shoes, the youthful grin.




But wait. Why does Tinkerbell look so pissed off? Hands on hips, head thrown back, her body language shows she’s not very happy with Peter. What is going on here?


Doesn’t Peter look a little glassy-eyed? Isn’t his grin a little sillier than it should be?


When I walked around behind Peter, I got my answer. Peter Pan’s been drinking! Dude, before I walked up, he was sipping a Miller High Life, and he left the evidence right back there. I guess even a Lost Boy who will never grow up sometimes likes to drink like a man.


(I did not stage these photos in any way. I shot the scene just as I found it.)


About Blaize Sun

My name is Blaize Sun. Maybe that's the name my family gave me; maybe it's not. In any case, that's the name I'm using here and now. I've been a rubber tramp for nearly a decade.I like to see places I've never seen before, and I like to visit the places I love again and again. For most of my years on the road, my primary residence was my van. For almost half of the time I was a van dweller, I was going it alone. Now I have a little travel trailer parked in a small RV park in a small desert town. I also have a minivan to travel in. When it gets too hot for me in my desert, I get in my minivan and move up in elevation to find cooler temperatures or I house sit in town in a place with air conditioning I was a work camper in a remote National Forest recreation area on a mountain for four seasons. I was a camp host and parking lot attendant for two seasons and wrote a book about my experiences called Confessions of a Work Camper: Tales from the Woods. During the last two seasons as a work camper on that mountain, I was a clerk in a campground store. I'm also a house and pet sitter, and I pick up odd jobs when I can. I'm primarily a writer, but I also create beautiful little collages; hand make hemp jewelry and warm, colorful winter hats; and use my creative and artistic skills to decorate my life and brighten the lives of others. My goal (for my writing and my life) is to be real. I don't like fake, and I don't want to share fake. I want to share my authentic thoughts and feelings. I want to give others space and permission to share their authentic selves. Sometimes I think the best way to support others is to leave them alone and allow them to be. I am more than just a rubber tramp artist. I'm fat. I'm funny. I'm flawed. I try to be kind. I'm often grouchy. I am awed by the stars in the dark desert night. I hope my writing moves people. If my writing makes someone laugh or cry or feel angry or happy or troubled or comforted, I have done my job. If my writing makes someone think and question and try a little harder, I've done my job. If my writing opens a door for someone, changes a life, I have done my job well. I hope you enjoy my blog posts, my word and pictures, the work I've done to express myself in a way others will understand. I hope you appreciate the time and energy I put into each post. I hope you will click the like button each time you like what you have read. I hope you will share posts with the people in your life. I hope you'll leave a comment and share your authentic self with me and this blog's other readers. Thank you for reading.  A writer without readers is very sad indeed.

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