Jun
28
Home
ByAs the dog and I rolled in to Tucson, we started wondering what the one true sign was that we were finally home.
Was it White-winged Doves atop fruit-laden saguaros?
Was it Pyrrhuloxias whistling over the traffic noise?
Was it white Buicks doing 40 mph in the left lane?
Our answer: Bark scorpions in the bath tub.
It’s good to be home!
