First Cicada (with a shout out to Ray Bradbury) LbNA #40189 (ARCHIVED)

NOTE! If you're on someone's front porch, you're in the wrong place.

I first moved to Tucson in the summer of 1985, to a little brick rowhouse in the 400 block of S. Railroad Avenue. There was a vacant lot next door full of mesquite trees, and the trees were full of cicadas. That particular summer the cicadas were deafening; I remember people on the other end of the phone line could barely hear me over the din.
The lot is still vacant. Go in. The old wood fence where I lived is still there, leaning but propped up by a magnificent turned porch post from some grand long-lost house.
Go in the heat of summer if you can. I planted this box in celebration, the day I heard the sound of the first cicada of summer, 2008.
The old porch post has a pile of cinderblocks at its base...
Listen for trains. Listen for doves. Listen for cicadas.

Just to the east of the hiding place is a huge old wooden beam you can use as a bench. Sit a spell, do your stamping, and listen deeply.
Write me and tell me what you hear.
From your seat, look across the vacant lot to the magnificent two story house to the north. It was the childhood home of science fiction writer Ray Bradbury.

Rehide the box with care: The area is not as unpopulated as it seems. This box has room for a Hitchhiker.

Please let me know if this box needs attention.
Please record your find at www.letterboxing.org/ or at www.atlasquest.com/
Have fun out there!