Perhaps I tend to read too much into the intent of the Prickly Pear. The one I sent to Roy was casting Quixotic shadow puppets. This one seems to be reaching out to slap me as I walk down the sidewalk.
A lot of people have asked about this whole Tucson thing. Why are you moving? Why Tucson? What’s the plan?
The “Why” is more complicated than the “What”, so I’ll explain the why over a glass of red when you come and visit me.
Here’s “what” I’ve found: [Read more…]