OUT, DAMNED BLOCK An Exer­cise for Non-Fiction Writ­ers By Metece Ric­cio Raynor About Where This Let­ter Is From Tuc­son, affec­tion­ately known as the Old Pueblo to our Cham­ber of Com­merce peo­ple who hope to jack up the town’s nonex­is­tent cache, is true desert in the sum­mer.  Like in the old west­erns where some unfor­tu­nate cowboy’s trusty pony gets shot by an evil des­per­ado, leav­ing the hero parched and stum­bling in the bad­lands with only the saguaros and dia­mond­back rat­tlers for com­pany. He drained his empty can­teen nine miles back, is drag­ging his car­cass along and you … Con­tinue read­ing →