It's funny how you go along thinking this is how things are and that's that. For the last few months, since that first snowfall back before Halloween, I've just accepted the fact that it is bone-chilling cold and the roads could be treacherous and there are piles of frozen snow everywhere and it takes ten minutes getting dressed just to go to the end of the driveway to get the newspaper in the morning; that's just Maine in the winter, and even into the spring. I'd forgotten all about that other stuff, like the smell of bougainvillea and the way the sun feels on your skin. And sandals and green grass, in fact green anything, since white is the color of everything back home.
Then I came to Arizona. The people all smile at you and say "Hi!" I guess it's because they are not frozen solid inside. Flowers are blooming and things seem happier in general. On the other hand,
Arizona gun control laws are among the least-restrictive in the United States: Any person 21 years or older, who is not a prohibited
possessor, may carry a weapon openly or concealed without the need for a
license. Hence, there are guns and ammo stores all over the place.
Decisions, decisions.
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