By the time I get to Arizona

I crossed the Colorado River into Arizona. I pull off at the first rest stop at the border, the Flying J gas station with a Wendie's and some sit down place. The gas is cheap there, so I had the same idea as practically everyone else and waited in a long line to get some gas ($2.17 a gallon -- cheap for a San Franciscan like me).

This sign actually was over the door into the restaurant. I should have asked the cashier for details, but why make this blog interesting?

Anyway, about being back in Arizona. Well, there's a certain political bent to things here. Something having to do with God and Country I think, though typically it's both in the same breath. It's still one of the most beautiful states in this country. And I loved living in Tucson but the more I look back on it, the more it seems like it was a time and place to be there.

But that's in the past.