The Air Force helicopters are out, practicing night maneuvers over my head. Drifts of music invade my window from the bar a half mile away and I wonder if my new upstairs neighbor may be one of the band members. He’s quiet during the day, absent at night and today I heard him softly singing and playing a guitar—a very pleasant sound. The air conditioner units hum outside my bedroom window, but my apartment stays a cool 70 degrees without it. A rare fire truck siren sounds, trains in the depot always busy, emitting their lonesome whistle calls and life goes on in a small western city.