Hot?
Arrival in Phoenix was an excerise in the furthest reaches of patience. Waiting for a rental car at this airport was like waiting for Government Services in the U.S.S.R. Am sure a small Russian woman was seen begging for money somewhere in the line. The experience at counter fulfilled the "Peoples Revolution" feel that the queue suggested and looked much like this:
And belive-you-me, Third World South America governments have risen and fallen faster than the period of time it took to get through that line.
Yes Ladies and Gentlemen, that is Sharon Stone digging in the dirt (she seems to be proficient at it. One wonders...) Now if we could just get her arrested for wearing the Missoni outfit that makes her look like the love child of Golda Meir and Kaiser Wilhem.



Phoenix is like a hot ghetto mess, but it's a dry heat so... hell. If you end up in Scottsdale, send for me. I'll be right there. And think. This could be your chance to kidnap me.
Posted by: Scott | March 14, 2006 12:31 AM