My first few days in town, toward the end of April, 1978, I wasn’t in town. Well, not sleeping there at any rate. Rentals were hard to come by (I gather it’s infinitely worse nowadays), so each evening I would…
The bridge is gone, the station is gone. The people are gone, and what is left is concrete, asphalt, concrete and sameness! Not much is left of Dewey, Utah is along the Colorado River near the Dewey Bridge. Originally named…
“It came from out of nowhere.” Things do, of course. Come out of nowhere. It’s Easter week. Tuesday morning, waking up, every channel is BREAKING NEWS. There’s been a Terrorist attack in Brussels. The airport and the subway system. You…