Spring Hare Moon
Tucson. 86 and sunny with a chance of elderly.
Yes, I felt like the northern cliche while toddling along on Highway 10. The folks back home tell me about wintry mix and plowable snow; I’ve got sun glasses and shorts. What would you think about a gray haired guy driving a car with Minnesota plates down here?
In the businesses I’ve been in there are a lot of frail elderly, folks bent and slow, using carts or walkers. Not surprising, but sobering anyhow. I wondered at one point if there’s an assumption here that if an older person is involved in an accident, that it’s their fault. Don’t know, but it seems possible.
The American flag is prominent. This is a redder state than the El Dorado flavored plains state red. Both here and in Texas I get the sense these are people who want to be left alone, able to try whatever they want to make money. Able to engage in whatever recreational pursuits they want. With no body looking over their shoulder.
My inclination? Let’s let’em be.