7/23/2023 0 Comments My heart is a ghost town![]() ![]() My fetching bride-to-be, Lisa, worked with Tracy at a downtown eatery and she had suggested we spend an April weekend with them in Texas to reward ourselves for surviving another brutal North Country winter. ![]() Dan jumped at the chance, always having wanted a winter home base for his motorcycle collection, and soon found himself living half the year with his wife, Tracy, in an easygoing artist’s community at the edge of some of the continent’s most majestic canyonlands. Years previous, a friend’s husband, Dan, had found that there were abandoned homes in Marathon, a nearby town, that could be had for little more than $4,000 and a handshake. ![]() It was in the waning years of the Clinton administration that I found myself standing on the roof of an abandoned blacksmith and livery in a southwest Texas ghost town. It appears monthly on and occasionally in print. This is the second installment of Off the Map, a column by chef J.D. ![]()
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