When we spent a fair amount of time away each of the last three summers in coastal Southern California, my son and I latched onto…
“Would you like another margarita?” the El Charro waitress inquired. “I’ll have a Dos Equis lager, please,” I said to the waitress. “We only have…
Road Closed. My family and I had driven to the eastern outskirts of Tucson to a dirt road called Redington Pass. We needed to take…