Before the daily grind ground me down too far, I packed up my old life in a box, loaded the car, and dumped the rest, leaving Chicago to follow the sun. Eyes west.
So many Beatles' songs on the radio! Ah, McCartney›s birthday.
As I smiled at the Arizona sign, Sir Paul welcomed me with, "I'll Follow the Sun.»
Yep. It›s a sign. The sun led me home. To Tucson.
—Mary Lou Griggs