It went on like this for a while, with Sally offering up inevitabilities such as how I'm going to go on a long journey (true — I'm going to France later this month, but please!), and how I'll soon reconnect with someone from my past. "On Facebook?" I asked. "Because that kind of happens every week or so with me."
Sally shrugged and asked me if there was anything in particular I really wanted to know.
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"Yes," I said. "Why do you live in a parking lot?" I pointed out the window at the three-story condo building looming only feet away. "Wouldn't it be nicer to have a garden rather than 130 parking spaces?"
"It's very quiet here," Sally said. "The people come home and they walk in the little gate out there and they lock the gate and go to their homes and I never hear from them. Maybe someone living in a house next door wouldn't be so easy."
Isn't it kind of a drag to live wedged between an on-ramp and a giant condo complex? I asked. What if she wanted to have a dog one day? Or a barbecue?
"I never thought about any of these things before," she said. "Usually people want to know how come I don't have a crystal ball."
I asked Sally if she minded whether I wrote about what she'd told me, and she said, "I don't care what you do," and then she sat back, which I took to mean that our session was over. I'd been there 20 minutes, and although there was barely a single thing about my past or present she'd gotten right, I left Psychic Sally with precisely what I'd come for: an explanation of why people live right up against shopping centers and freeways and big buildings.
It's because they're crazy.