Flagstaff

A proposition.

In Arizona, in the days before I bought a car, I used to ride the Greyhound bus from Phoenix to Flagstaff. I stayed in the house of a woman I’d met at a party. She didn’t go there much and liked people to use it. The temperature of Flagstaff was cooler, and your emotions flowed back. The bus terminal was in a part of Phoenix where poor people gathered. …