It seems like my entire life has been spent living in a drought. I was born in Mesa, Arizona in 1939 where we lived on a small livestock farm. My father, a patient man, would always say, “It always rains after a dry spell.” It never rained and finally he sold the cows, hired out for the Santa Fe Railroad and we moved t


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