Starr Horne

Last night as the long northwestern twilight faded to black, I sat on my scratchy couch, watching my daughter play video games. She leaned back and, like she does, swung her leg over and rested it on mine. It was such an easy thing, I doubt she realized she'

The first national bank building looks like it teleported into the dusty redbrick main street where I grew up. It's a white marble temple jutting up from a brace of low, squat western wear shops, bars, a medical supply place, and the ghost signs of other, older, businesses