Every summer, in July and August, we get the big dust storms that freak out everybody who isn’t from Arizona. And, by the way, we never called them Haboobs until about five years ago when some meteorologist from back east, foisted it upon us. For us Zonies, it’s merely another season in hell, but we endure it, because, hey, it keeps the riff-raff out. What most outsiders don’t understand is that a six-inch rain in Arizona means a drop of rain every six inches.