Their grandmother told me, take my keys, why don't you drive her out to the back road?
A little known fact: It isn't all dry and hot. It snows, too, but when the snow melts the Colorado doesn't flood. Not like Pennsylvania, the Susquehanna. In Phoenix your tears dry up before anyone can notice.
I'd tell my younger self: buy a Harley, pull into Yuma before sunrise, let this divorce be your last. If I knew then the things I know now: Flagstaff is a dry chill, I've been told, and only jackasses climb down the canyon with no water.
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