The big liquor election is tomorrow. Maybe... maybe there are enough forward-looking voters that we can soon be treated like adults around here and be able to buy alcohol in town.
One of my earliest memories is of my parents staying up late to process slides in the kitchen. I can still remember the first photograph I took - of a rock, with a mountain in the background. In college, I was almost positive I was going to be the next Ansel Adams.
All of which has led me here.
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