I’ve got the title all picked out for the book I’m never going to write: 48 Hours in. Give or take, that’s how long I inhabit a city for most work trips. It’s long enough to sample the local flavor – literally usually – without being forced to stare at its exposed guts. Rare is the place that can’t be interesting or livable for two days.
The latest stop: Flagstaff, Ariz. I’d heard of it, sure, but had never been. I left with no regrets from the visit. (more…)