My stepdaughter Morgan, the last of our four kids still east of the Mississippi, is headed for Tucson.
Her boyfriend of six months, whose parents live in suburban Tucson, just landed an excellent job in Tucson and wants Morgan to join him.
Considering that she has finished her master’s degree in library science and has no compelling reason to stay in Bloomington, Ind., and considering that she’s kinda serious about the guy, Morgan has resolved to pack up and move to Tucson.
As I write this at 9 p.m. at Barnes & Noble, it’s still 90 degrees here with a heat index of 103, so living in the blazing heat down on the Mexican border sounds a little daunting.
Yeah, I know. It’s a dry heat.
1 comment:
I hadn't seen this yet :) It really is a better heat than Arkansas :)
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