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.