Somewhere in the Sonoran Desert

Lucky me. It has been nearly 3 weeks since I was sent out on this detail to Florence, Arizona.
"Where is that?"....you might ask. It is a small town between Phoenix and Tucson...out in the middle of nowhere. What I am here for...well...I am helping send illegal aliens home. That's my job...helping send ILLEGAL immigrants back to their points of origin. A thankless job...but a very necessary job. I could be here till Christmas...but at least it is not summer...and 120 out.
About Florence...it probably has the highest "cop" per capita rating I have ever seen. There are at least 5 jails and prisons here. Tons of deputies, city cops, state police, fed police...it is truly amazing. They should just call it Prisonville.

Fortunately for me, I like small towns and the outdoors. I like nature and exploring. Until last week, I was in a hotel in Gold Canyon, AZ...a flyspeck of a place nestled against the Superstition Mountains. The same place where the lost dutchman mine resides. This is a legend in these parts. This was supposed to be a mine that has untold wealth associated with it. The Spanish used to use Indians to mine it back in conquistador days. Over the centuries, many people have tried to find it...some have died under mysterious circumstances. It carries a curse...so the story goes. I would sure love to find that mine! My working days would be OVER!

Hmmm...just what would I do with all that wealth? Several scenarios come to mind. What would you do with it? Well...I guess I will hit the sack and dream about all the riches hidden in those mountains. Maybe an old flame will grace me with her presence in dreamland tonight...and cap off my finding the motherload. Hey...they can't take away dreams...at least not yet.