Visiting Sun City at Age Seveneen

I fell in love. At last, a quiet, orderly place where humans could be humans, take time to talk, do what felt important, read books, go swimming, make art, remain game for a drive to the Superstition Mountains or Sedona. As if some giant magic pink eraser came and swept away the glut of obligations, unhappy marriages and children, and restrictions. All of a sudden, logic's taking hold and making what the heart wants. We had been taught this was a boring place because its inhabitants were old. In my teen years, I was old, too, and found myself at home here, as though someone had made a wish and then bestowed on me a reality I never dreamed could be true.