Warming up in Tucson

This is what Arizona is all about--perfect, 80 degree day, still, clear skies. You almost don't know what to do with it. I am fully used to the traffic. When I first arrive here, my country habits make me rankle at every stop light. In fact, my first evening here, I felt road rage as I sat behind a stopped city bus for two or three green lights. I wanted to jump out and tell off the bus driver. Now I just put on some music and think about something else. Before you know it, you're there.