Isn’t it Wonderful?

The longest cab fare I ever had

Photo by Mather Schneider

Julia Harper, at 389 W. Rillito Drive, is 7 feet tall. Her head eclipses the sun. She doubles over to get in the front seat of my taxi, her face a sad skull with cracked hide stretched over it. Her bony hands are like giant albino spiders. Her knees knock the dash.

She tells me to take her to Arivaca, a tiny town 2-hours south out in the desert. I’ve…