5stories from Arizona.
Seligman, AZ
Before children knew Radiator Springs, there was the smell of aftershave in Seligman, Arizona, and the soft snip-snip of scissors near a highway that never seemed to stop moving.
Sierra Vista, AZ
The smell of burgers and fries could drift across Fry Boulevard, but for some hungry soldiers, the front door might as well have been a locked gate. The fix was not a new menu or a big ad campaign.
Seligman, AZ
The little drive-in in Seligman, Arizona, had “Snow Cap” in its name, even though the desert around it looked far more likely to serve dust than snowballs.
Tucson, AZ
Somewhere in Tucson, hundreds of small ceramic wind chimes once appeared like friendly secrets, bright bits of clay waiting for strangers to notice them. They weren’t for sale, and they weren’t lost.
Phoenix, AZ
A bank where the deposits were bread, cans, and vegetables sounds like a joke someone might make beside a grocery bin.
