Quick trip for theater to scruffy Phoenix. Under a palo verde tree in the morning I drank thick tangy espresso and a man on the curb labored elbow-deep in his truck's guts. Our waitress tattoed from neck to fingertips said there was a bloody mary bar, but delayed, because she awoke to her house two inches underwater. The palm trees endured their oppression, and tomatillo salsa dripped down our chins.