There’s a book with the names of the dead in it on a counter in the small information building. The white gravestones stretch in all directions. Fort McPherson, outside of Maxwell, Nebraska, and easily reached from Highway I-80 caught me…
There’s a book with the names of the dead in it on a counter in the small information building. The white gravestones stretch in all directions. Fort McPherson, outside of Maxwell, Nebraska, and easily reached from Highway I-80 caught me…
Bucket lists tend to focus one’s thoughts. After reaching a certain age, it’s time to take stock and be sure that anything important that you want to do is not ignored or forgotten. Seeing the crane migration probably isn’t…