8:18
Ansel Adams once said, “Sometimes I do get to places just when God's ready to have somebody click the shutter.” I just had one of those moments.
At 8:18 tonight, David Day and I are driving the streets of Scottsdale and feel trapped.
Finishing my call, I look up at the top-heavy mop heads of the cluster of palms above me.
In the midst of bland Corporate Land, the battered, vintage arch is unexpected.
When I finally notice the old man, he is looming over me with his arms raised over his head.