An Out of the Way Place The night of August 12, 1993, found me arriving in Sells, Arizona, being assaulted by 105 degree heat, a weighted blanket of humidity, and the sight of Alice in Wonderland-sized toads hopping everywhere I looked. I had accepted a teaching position in the special education program of the middle/high school in Sells which was part of the Indian-Oasis Baboquivari Unified School District of the Tohono O’odham nation, an hour southwest of Tucson, Arizona, and an hour north of the Mexican border in the Sonoran Desert. This was the landscape of centuries old saguaro cactus and flash floods caused by summer monsoon thunderstorms. Back in the 60s, when ...