Sam Hill Wrong in Flagstaff

There are a lot of ironies built-in to this story about what in “Sam Hill Wrong in Flagstaff.” First, my arrival was adventitious, due to a broken-down Greyhound bus, and tired of certain troublesome creatures on the bus. Second, generally I had a swell time in Flagstaff: it’s beautiful, the air is fresh and clean. Third, my complaints originated from […]
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