Tonight, however, I have changed my mind. This is what Wayne Ranney, my favorite author in Arizona, is dealing with:
Four fucking feet of snow.
And it's still snowing.
It's snowing so much that roofs are collapsing. The old Safeway on Cedar Street didn't make it. Neither, alas, did Bookman's:
This, to me, is a tragedy - Bookman's is one of my favorite places on the entire face of the earth, and one of the main reasons I get homesick. We don't have any used bookstores as good as this up here.
Wayne reports that the fiction section suffered the worst of it. I hope it was concentrated around Romance.
Other roofs I recall have also succumbed - the ice rink, where a friend and I suffered an ego-deflation courtesy of a small child; Dillard's, where I found the first pair of jeans that ever fit me right; Planet Nissan, where I first fell in love with the Sentra...
This is pretty intense for Flagstaff. But at least I guess it means they won't have to worry much about the forest burning down this summer. It'll be too soggy.
Good luck digging out, my Flagstaff friends.