I’m Alive!!

I swear I’m still here. I’m too busy eating good (read: real) Mexican food, chasing Max, getting my butt kicked in Pinochle (I don’t know why, but I still don’t get the whole stealth table talk language they have), recovering from TiVo withdrawal, and going to Zia for cheap music.

I will leave you with the first of the big list I’m working on: Why I Love (and Hate) Tucson. The big number one is that it’s easy to be poor in Tucson. Housing is cheap; there’s always cheap fun stuff to do, pawn shops and used record stores. It’s great, and there’s no stigma attached to it. In Northern Virginia, it’s practically impossible to be poor. It was so much harder having no money in Virginia than it was in Tucson. Now that we’re not so fund-deprived, Tucson looks a little depressing, but the memory is still there.

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