Sep 25, 2021
6 min read
Morenci in My Rear-View Mirror
My daughter’s a mess
She exhaled marijuana smoke into my cab when she got in and told me to take her to Tucson Medical Center.
“The E.R.?” I said. “You all right?”
“I’m fine, I’m going to visit my daughter.”
She was 50-ish, short in stature with a rough but friendly face and died brown hair.
