I have a guest blog post at Richard Prosch's excellent Meridian Bridge blog today.
My Personal West.
I began my life with the West as a far away, dangerous, mystical place, and it remains that way today. I should explain. I was born in Indiana in 1960 under a graying Eisenhower sky that would soon give way,too briefly, to Camelot, to youth, hope, and a brighter future—or so everyone hoped...
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