Phoenix remembered

 

Great essay by Aaron Gilbreath (HCN, 9/5/11)! I got to Phoenix in July of 1965, when there was still a real monsoon season that brought rain with the dust, and cooler evenings. The city didn't have the wildlife that keep you company, but you knew you were in the desert during the dry times, too, when temperatures went down 49 degrees after the sun set.

Anne O'Brien
Paradise Valley, Arizona