by Michelee Cabot | Aug 31, 2018 | Tucson Tales
CHAPTER FIFTEEN MONSOONS Monsoons, a hot weather phenomenon of stupendous thunderstorms, is a time of trembling dogs hiding in closets – or maybe just cowering by your comforting knees. They hate that ear-pounding, floor-vibrating noise. We once had a peach of a...
by Michelee Cabot | Jul 12, 2018 | Tucson Tales
RED HOT TUCSON Or “This is the desert, Mr.Brown,” (a marching quick-step, apologies to Irving Berlin’s WW2 ditty.) A couple of summers ago, the ever-helpful National and Local weather Service pronounced one of their Heat Warning Advisories to the region. Not unusual....
by Michelee Cabot | Jun 26, 2018 | Tucson Tales
When being raised by my solidly conservative parents, people I can confidently declare members of Tom Brokow’s Greatest Generation, they advised me never to discuss politics or religion in polite society. Simply not done, was the lore. Polite society. What’s that? If...
by Michelee Cabot | May 24, 2018 | Food, Tucson Tales
OYSTERS, OYSTERS EVERYWHERE Or The Rule of OysteR Some of us are oyster addicts, yearning hopelessly for the gray flaccid treasure lolling moistly, inertly in its rough little casing, the shell lined with a subtle shining nacre, poor cousin to the shimmering...
by Michelee Cabot | May 20, 2018 | Tucson Tales
DUST DEVILS, WHIRLWINDS, WILLY-WILLIES (But not “willywaws” – those are something else.) The world-wide plains of our continents are full of them, those mysterious rising ropes of writhing dirt. Even the oceans have them, where they’re called water spouts. Skinniest...
by Michelee Cabot | Mar 15, 2018 | Tucson Tales
THE PACK RAT A.K.A. WOOD RAT Peering down at odd bluish chunks in the graveled driveway, I say to the real estate agent, “That’s soap! Why is Irish Spring bar soap trash out here?” “Oh, that wards off packrats,” she replies. “They can be annoying – everyone has them...
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