MORE ON ARIZONA

Desert rains are usually so definitely demarked that the story of the man who washed his hands in the edge of an Arizona thunder shower without wetting his cuffs seems almost credible. ~State of Arizona, U.S. public relief program, 1935-1943


You know you're an Arizona native when you take rain dances seriously. ~Skip Boyer

Arizona looks like a battle on Mars.


A three-inch rain in Phoenix means three inches between drops.


Welcome to Arizona, where summer spends the winter, and hell spends the summer.



The Grand Canyon is carven deep by the master hand; it is the gulf of silence, widened in the desert; it is all time inscribing the naked rock; it is the book of earth. ~Donald Culross Peattie


You know you're an Arizona native when... a rainy day puts you in a good mood. ~Marshall Trimble


I am enamored with desert dew because it's usually the closest thing we get to rain. ~Linda Solegato

Once, it was so damned dry, the bushes followed the dogs around.


In Arizona, shade trees are your best friends. (And occasionally the basis of small civil wars over parking.)

You know you live in Arizona when the cold-water faucet is hotter than the hot-water faucet.

It's so hot even my fake plants are wilting. ~Linda Solegato

Each season of adventure reality television gets more and more challenging. I'm waiting for them to come out with a Survivor: Phoenix in July edition. ~Linda Solegato

You know you live in Phoenix when you are willing to park 3 blocks away because you actually found shade from a palm tree imported 300 miles from California and nurtured with water piped 250 miles from Nevada.

A hundred ten in the shade is sorta hot, but you don't have to shovel it off your driveway.

ECONOMICAL VS. INFERIOR

I'm cheap.

No, not that way. Geez - what were you thinking?

I am discovering that some things are simply better when they are cheap.

My mom always insisted on high quality items - clothing always had to be from the high-end stores (Robinsons, Macy's). They may have been from the sales racks, that may be true, but never from a place like K-Mart.

I don't know where she bought furniture, but I still have a couple of end tables looking good after 50+ years (and my three children).

I always figured it was because she grew up dirt poor, and even when we had extremely limited income when I was in elementary school (in particular the years my dad was writing for television), the quality-deal never altered.

Ever.

But I have a daughter who carries that same gene - if something is hers, it's pretty well-made.

So maybe, like good looks and class, it just skipped a generation.

Therefore, I have believed, for quite some time, that high-price, high-count and high-end stuff are always better.

Not.

I love cheap bath towels.

I mean, the $3, thin towels that are supposed to be the ones you pick up before the Egyptian cotton 999-million count thread $45 towels.

Because those 999-million count thread simply don't dry me as quickly as the cheap, 23-thread count ones.

And that's really all the matters to me.

Okay, how many of you now are going to disown me as a friend?