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In light of the bulky cast on his foot, I decided it would be more comfortable for my dad to sit up front with me, but that meant sequestering my brother and mother together in the back seat. Not a great combination with the family dynamics already strained, but what could I do? After we reshuffled my bags from the party store, got the luggage and crutches crammed into the back of my Jeep and everyone was seated, I noted the time. There were only three hours of daylight remaining at best and I was already running behind my carefully calculated sightseeing schedule. I made an executive decision. The tour of the greater Phoenix area would have to wait if I was going to fulfill my promise to Morton Tuggs, my co-editor and longtime friend of my father. He’d insisted that I br
