Phoenix has the Valley of the Sun. Pittsburgh, where I live, has the Three Rivers and a thousand clouds.
That’s why the joke was actually on me when the bag-drop guy at We-Ko-Pa Golf Club, my favorite Phoenix-area stop, directed us toward the range and told us to have fun. “How are we supposed to have fun when it’s this bright?” I asked on a typical cloudless morning. “I’m from Pittsburgh, I’m used to cloud cover. This is blinding! Play should definitely be canceled.”
