Arizona Roads & Law

You’ve seen it, if you’ve lived here through a July. The sky over the Peaks goes bruise-purple by early afternoon, the first fat drops smack the windshield, and twenty minutes later a stretch of road you drive every day has a sheet of brown water running across it — moving, carrying sticks and gravel, deeper…

You walk back to where you left it, and there’s just asphalt. No car. For half a second you wonder — did I move it, did somebody take it, am I finally losing it — and then you spot the little sign zip-tied to the light pole you breezed past on the way in, and…