I rode the light rail on opening day, and fell in love with its sleek, silent glide. Since then, I’ve discovered that it’s the perfect place to add your own soundtrack (just remember to bring your earbuds; I’m pretty certain not everyone likes Megadeth). Click here for more info.
In June of 1996, Phoenix waved goodbye as the last train sped away from Union Station downtown. I wonder if we’ll ever see passenger trains there again. I hope so. Click here for more info.
This blog is about Phoenix history and lore told with a twist—through fascinating conversations and glimpses into Arizona’s past from the unique perspective of a group of my native Phoenician in-laws, specifically three formidable women affectionately called the “Crazies” in our family (more on that later). Click here for more info.
It's July 3rd, First Friday night! There are so many different groups, and this is why I love Phoenix's First Friday. There are Goths, followed by a family, then a high school couple, then a street show featuring roller blades and tutus. Watching the crowds go by is better than watching TV. Click here for more info.
When I first moved to Phoenix, I only came downtown once a quarter. On those visits, I would just do my business and leave the area. Nowadays, I visit the area a couple of times a month and stay for a spell. The addition of the light rail gives the area a little extra oomph, although I’m still trying to navigate my way through the labyrinth of one-way streets and construction zones. Click here for more info.