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It’s nothing. Really.
Three generations take a hike at Brown’s Ranch, in Scottsdale. Nothing important happens. Nothing worth recording. Except for everything. My mother, my daughter, me. Sixty years separate those two. My daughter is thirty-one. I’m somewhere in the middle. In the middle of age and work, love and life. It’s not a long hike, really a…
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We are nowhere.
Nowhere is sometimes beautiful, especially out a car window, roadside nowhere. If you’re in the right mood, that is. We drive north from Scottsdale to Cave Creek and pass pretty much nothing. Isn’t nothing interesting? If you have maybe too much too think about, beefy saguaros in a parking lot can seem pretty cool. Or…