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                           And I ain’t seen the sunshine since I don’t know when
                                – Johnny Cash (“Folsom Prison Blues”)

We’ve essentially been sequestered to the house since returning from Elko, gray and rainy days—water leaking, standing, running around us, creek, once again, too high to cross in the Kubotas, nowhere for a pickup to go without tearing up the roads or getting stuck. 348 more words


From Benton, CA

Heading into Bishop on our way home from Elko, Monday afternoon, the east side of the Great Western Divide shimmered with luxurious snow while it was storming on the other side, against the western slope of the Sierra Nevada mountains and foothills. 232 more words


Profile Response: Andy Wilkinson, Southwest Collection, Lubbock TX

“Libraries are haphazard. They grow by circumstance.” Andy Wilkinson, playwright and Artist-in-Residence for ten years at Southwest Collection, acknowledged the logical and serendipitous specialties that comprise Texas Tech University’s archives. 446 more words