I can’t believe after waiting 31 years to return to the state of Arizona--with the Phoenix Suns and Steve Nash, who is responsible for my interest in basketball, the Diamondbacks, who are in first place, right at this moment, anyway, and many, many days of outside tennis,the Herberger Theater, which has given us years of entertainment, the Arizona Archeology Society, which has educated us on the southwest and its people, the Cave Creek Library for giving us the opportunity to serve our community,
and the beautiful Sonoran Desert with all its hiking trails, which have given us years of peace and quiet while we have been exploring and discovering, with the sunsets that are continuously spectacular, the never ending stars in the night sky and moons that light up the desert and give shadow to the huge saguaros, with the coyotes howling, the owls hooting and rattlesnakes rattling--that we may be leaving it all.
We are faced with a decision of staying in the desert, where we have found out that I am allergic to all weeds, grasses and trees, and the dryness, dust and dirt isn’t doing me any favors. Or should we follow the doctor’s advice and move close to the coast? It doesn’t seem right that living in the desert only lasted for 11 years after I waited so long to return.
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