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I’m really no good at adapting – “no one changes you” being the way my ex-wife summed it up – so it’s not a surprise that I’m having some difficulty living in Arizona.  I went to a pizza place on Saturday without any cash, and asked for a nearby ATM.  The voice of the guy in the pizzeria made it clear that it was a bit far to walk, but I like walking and wasn’t tired, so I walked – it was about a half mile, despite being on Broadway in the “heart” of the city – to the nearest bank.  There was a walk-up ATM, but it was broken.  So I went around back to the drive-through ATM, where three cars were already on line.  So I got behind the last car, standing there.  Two other cars came up behind me – giving the weird guy standing there a whole lot of room.  I got my cash and went back to the pizza place.  It was the third time that I’ve had to use a drive-through ATM on foot since I’ve been here.  I’m perfectly willing to say that everyone else is crazy, and I’m the sane one.