Went down to Tucson over the weekend for the 24 Annual All Souls Day Procession. The air was deliciously warm , almost balmy compared to Prescott.  The night streets were teeming with colorful flowers, art installations, lanterns, and of course everyone’s faces are unrecognizable in ghastly paints.  Apparently about ten thousand people show up to march in the parade and watch the grand finale with top bands such as A Tribe Called Red.  I almost didn’t go.  I was in distress a week ago at the realization that this trip would empty my pocket books profusely and completely. It did. I have .66 cents to my name until midnight tonight, when my work check miraculously makes its appearance as an online deposit. The money could not come at a sooner time; I have tea bags and quinoa in an otherwise empty cupboard. But the trip was well worth it. It was wonderful to march in the parade in full Dia de los Muertos attire, and participate in an event and day that is largely uncelebrated in many parts of the country