Not such a fine sight to see: *
One of my commenters has mentioned how his hometown, Prescott, AZ, has recently filled up with drug treatment clinics and their clients. Prescott in central Arizona is at a mile-high elevation, so it has particularly nice weather. Now the NYT has the full story:
The drug crisis has turned countless recovered addicts into businesspeople: They
get clean, open their own clinics, and sometimes take over the neighborhood.
By DAVID SEGAL
… With an abundance of sun and pleasant weather year-round, Prescott first became a healing destination in the early 1900s, welcoming tuberculosis patients. Addiction treatment took off here after the passage of the 2008 Mental Health Parity and Addiction Equity Act, the law that put substance abuse treatment on the same footing as other medical benefits. In 2010, the Affordable Care Act mandated that plans on its exchanges offer substance abuse benefits.
Suddenly, millions of adults were insured and the population of people seeking treatment ballooned. Among the first to notice were the former addicts who had come to Prescott for treatment. Many of them stayed in town to start their own clinics, which produced more former patients with the same idea, repeating the cycle.
* This is a reference, of course, to the famous “Arizona”-rhyming song from almost 50 years ago by the Eagles: “Get Back.”
It’s a bum, my Lord,
Gettin off his cardboard,
Standing up to take another pee
As Tony Bennett or perhaps Bobby Troup sang:
I left my heart in Flagstaff, Arizona.
Don’t forget Winona,
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernardino.