These sheepherders wagons have dotted the landscape for generations. This marvelously eccentric fellow in Stanley (population 50) finds them and refurbishes them along with collecting every bit of Western memorabilia: spurs, guns, chaps, buckles and garters (those brothels again).
After classes, a thunderstorm began to threaten a leisurely pre-dinner piazza gathering so Chuck and I headed off (code word for "willi...
His dorm? Or maybe it's a hotel. This is way before the era of The Container Store.
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