When we lived in Flagstaff and it was summer and 75 degrees and delightful, and Phoenix was coagulating into something resembling a tuna melt, we used to say that it was a "Move to Flagstaff Day." It was a bit of an inside joke, because when it was winter and there was three feet of frozen Dippin' Dots in the driveway, it was certainly not a "Move to Flagstaff Day." Likewise, Southern Arizona. Last week we enjoyed a beautiful evening in Oro Valley and even though dinner took an hour to arrive by, apparently, Ukrainian container ships, you could not beat the setting sun ambience and wonderful company. Move to Tucson? Sure! Film something while you're at it. Maybe a big something, like Black Panther 2.