The shorthand of the sterotype? The reflection of common experience? The refuge of the weak minded? The shelter of the familiar? heck, if I didn't use at least one cliche a day, my life would become as dreary and mundane as, well, my local "fine art" critic. Odd, Crescent -- the "Dry heat" of my home sounds strangely like the dry heat of yours. Agua Fria nearby? Or perhaps a salt? Maybe a mount lemmon or two...

thou and I, my friend, can, in the most flunkey world, make, each of us, one non-flunkey, one hero, if we like: that will be two heroes to begin with. (Carlyle)