The trailer under the lights, some night, somewhere
THE 2026 HOMECOMING RUN — ARIZONA OR BUST

THE ROADSHOW

Twenty-nine seasons of careful driving, and this year every mile bends toward Oatman.

READ THIS PART FIRST

How Finding Me Works

I'll be straight with you, friend: I don't publish addresses. Never have. The Tabernacle is not a building yet — it's a yellow truck, and a yellow truck goes where the county says, when the axle allows, if the Lord agrees. Below is the route as I intend it. Towns are real. The rest is between me, the truck, and the road. When I'm set up, you'll know: hand-painted sign out, rope up, generator humming. Ask around town for the ball truck. Somebody will point.

Do NOT drive out looking for these lots with a map. The map does not know them. Come across me honest or write me a letter. — R.O.

WHEN (ROUGHLY)TOWNWHERE (ROUGHER)NOTES FROM MEODDS
Early July, give or take Amarillo, Texas The caliche lot behind where the old Bola Grande Steakhouse stood before it burned. Locals remember. You'll know it by the smell of nothing. Cattlemen's country. Donor intake table out all week. Bring paperwork. LIKELY
Mid-July, thereabouts Tucumcari, New Mexico The gravel apron across from the fallen-down Zamorra Bros. tire sign. The sign fell in '09. The gravel stayed loyal. Twentieth-some year stopping here. Good people. Bad gravel. PROBABLE
Late July if the heat breaks Santa Rosa, New Mexico The dirt turnaround past the old Cuddy's Dairy Maid Deluxe, which is gone now, so really I'm just describing dirt. Evening ledger reading held wherever the shade lands. HEAT PERMITTING
First bit of August Albuquerque, New Mexico A fella named Porfirio lets me use his uncle's lot. I don't know the address. Porfirio doesn't either. Pair No. 094 viewing goes by sign-up sheet at the ramp. The big ones draw a crowd. IF PORFIRIO ANSWERS
Second week of August, loosely Gallup, New Mexico North of the tracks, west of the wash, in the flat spot where the Bendix Curio Barn was before the wind took it. Rock-and-mineral folks camp nearby. Fine neighbors. They understand keeping things. WIND PERMITTING
Middle of August Holbrook, Arizona The pull-through by the old Sunliner Court, which the highway department says was never there. The highway department wasn't there. I was. First Arizona stop of the homecoming leg. I get emotional. Fair warning. LORD WILLING
Late August Winslow, Arizona Ask at the diner counter — not that diner, the other one — for where the ball truck parks. They'll say the Hackett lot. There is no Hackett. There is a lot. Ledger volumes I–IV out on the folding table, weather permitting. PROBABLE
Turn of September Flagstaff, Arizona Up in the pines someplace. Elevation's hard on the seals so I keep this one quiet and short. Seals checked twice daily. Zero broke since 1997 and not starting in the pines. SHORT STOP
Early September Seligman, Arizona Where the Whiting Bros. never had that station folks swear they remember. In that exact spot of misremembering. Last stop before the grade. Truck gets a full going-over. TRUCK PERMITTING
Mid-September Kingman, Arizona My mechanic's cousin's yard. If you find it, you've gone too far into somebody's yard. Building fund report read aloud, Saturday-ish, noon-ish. NEAR CERTAIN
When the aspens turn Oatman, Arizona Home. The lot is mine and the donkeys know the way better than you will. The homecoming. Groundbreaking at the Tabernacle site at dawn, whichever dawn I say. The burros are expected and they will attend. HOMECOMING
WHAT YOU GET FOR YOUR THREE DOLLARS

A Full Show, Every Stop

Forty minutes if you rush, but nobody rushes. You'll see all 312 pairs, the donor ledgers, the velvet shelf, and the truck herself. After sundown I read from the ledger under the lights, and I read as long as folks stand there, which has gone as late as it needed to.

Pictures allowed everywhere except Pair No. 001 — Roscoe never liked cameras and death don't change a dog's opinions. Donors visit their own pairs free, forever, no appointment. That's carved in the door.

Rules of My Trailer

  • Hats off in the jar aisle. Not negotiable. Never has been.
  • Bring the kids. Kids ask the only honest questions.
  • Don't tap the jars. They can hear you fine.
  • The ledger may be read, not leaned on.
  • Donor intake shuts at dusk. Paperwork deserves daylight.

Want the Truck in Your Town?

Every winter I route the next season by hand with a paper map and a ruler at my kitchen table. Letters received by December get considered. Letters with hand-drawn maps of good lots get considered first.