People say that they “love” the desert, but few of them love it enough to live there. I mean in the real desert, not in a make-believe city like Phoenix with exotic palms and golf-course lawns and a five-hundred-foot fountain and an artificial surf. Most people “love” the desert by driving through it in air-conditioned cars, “experiencing” its grandeur. That may be some kind of experience, but it is living in a fool’s paradise.
