Sonoran Summer

Think of it as Winter, upside down: The students and the snowbirds have all gone home, the streets are quiet ... and those of who plan to stay are preparing our houses as for a long siege.

Two things are important in the desert: shade and a large volume of cold liquid. In late May, when daily temperatures were already in the triple digits, Keith and I put in our supplies. We built a six-foot high wooden fence around our yard, put a roof our our porch, and made a hippie-style hot tub from a steel stock tank. In the process, we learned not only a lot about construction, but also about how to live in Tucson in the summer.

Lesson 1: If you want to do anything outside, you better be up by dawn. You have about five hours before tools fry your hands.

Lesson 2: Afternoons are great for running errands in air-conditioned stores and cars, drinking iced coffee and hanging out in cool, dark bookstores and cafes.

Lesson 3: Siestas are not a luxury at all, but almost a necessity in this climate. Shelve your guilt and indulge!

Lesson 4: At dusk, it's safe to go outside again. Fourth Ave. fills with Punk Rockers, Rastafarians and Hari Krishnas. Tucson's large homeless population emerges from the washes. The police helicopters buzz our neighborhood and arrest the usual suspects. The guard dogs and coyotes join the chorus of sirens, and life in Tucson returns to "normal".


Builder, videographer and Bronx Bad Boy Erl Kimmich taught us everything we know about construction.

Two "flashers" on the roof...

... and one in the "spa."

Monsoon!

In late June, the monsoon rolled into town several weeks ahead of schedule. It began with a blast of white dust and mist, followed by a spectacular display of horizontal lighting (Tucson gets more lightning strikes than any other city in America).

Just before the rain, the creosote bushes perfumed the air with memories of the ocean that once filled this valley. Within minutes, the washes were flooded, and rescue crews were pulling cars out of the underpasses -- at the expense of the owners under Tucson's "Stupid Motorist" law.

We finished our porch just in time. Now there's nothing to do but unplug the computers, turn off the lights, and enjoy the show.