A story full of interesting coincidences. The closed photo exhibit. The ghost town of a once thriving industry. The Dylan song. The couches in the desert.

I lived in Jerome, Arizona for a couple of years, a once thriving mining town. The population when I lived there was under 400. The surrounding landscape wore the remnants of the mine.

I also recall old couch scenes in Santa Fe. And To Ramona has long been a favorite.

Thanks for all the memories, my friend. Wonderful writing here.