Autumn in Tucson
Here it is, mid-October, and fall has finally come to Tucson. From 5:30-8:30 every morning. After that, summer is back.
But I know the holiday season is just around the corner, because we are working on holiday songs with our band. “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” (yeah, that’s a stretch) and White Christmas. (Hey, it could happen. In fact, it did happen, once. Nineteen eighty-something.)
Enrique doesn’t like cold weather. The cold of a jet at 30,000 feet, fine; but the bitter cold of the canyons in the Crystal Desert … and yet that’s where he went once, to rescue a downed pilot.
Still waiting to hear about a contract on that book. Oh, yeah, and the EPIC Award it has been nominated for. As my friend Anne used to say, “Patience is a virtue.” I always thought she was the one who struggled to be patient; turns out it’s me.
Enrique will be back soon. Unless he keeps making those remarks about my blue beer.