Making Spirit my Home
I am speaking into a microphone on the dock of a small pond in my hometown of Litchfield Park, Arizona.
When I first moved here in 1985, it was a lone oasis of pools and palms amid an expanse of dry and dusty desert. An oasis it remains, though today it glimmers amid strip malls, chain restaurants and cookie-cutter homes.
It is a town that smells of orange blossoms, chlorine and fresh cut grass.



