Endless

Day three of the move was the longest. Amarillo to Phoenix was a twelve hour drive, though jumping back a time zone every time I crossed a state border made it seem shorter. The strangest, most varied, most desolate, and most glorious landscapes passed me by -- from Texas scrub to New Mexico painted cliffs, to Arizona mesas, to the high coniferous forests around Flagstaff, to the cactus-dotted Sonoran desert.

In Phoenix, I wound up at a branch of New York's Grimaldi's pizza for dinner. They asked me if I wanted to sit at the bar to watch the game. I had no idea who was playing whom.