We (my wife Laura & I) are currently away from home, but, according to many of our relatives, we move so often that we can't possibly call anywhere 'home'. So,...we must be simply 'away'. If the truth be known, we are at home wherever we are together, therefore, we must be away at home, which sounds like we have worn out this subject....and we have.
Our place to stand, place to be, is in the City of Phoenix, in Arizona, bordered by California on the west and New Mexico on the east, and completely surrounded by h-e-a-t. This is an unusual land, filled with very dry dirt, a blue sky full of ozone-uninhibited bundles of light, and asylum-trained drivers. To me, it feels like California, where I've never been, so how would I know? Where else do you find 8 ailes of salsa in a grocery store and a Taco Bell where they've never even heard of fries?
The rest hasn't been written yet so proceed to the pics.....it's the only way to go so far.
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