We are coming up on our 60th year of publication next year, so I have been perusing old issues looking for ideas. Here's an issue I actually bought and read when I was growing up in Kingman:
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Perusing the photos of ghost towns in the issue I spied one that looked very familiar:
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White Hills was a ghost town about sixty miles north of Kingman. One summer, I want to say 1958, Dan Harshberger's parents took me with them on a Sunday picnic to see the notorious ghost town of White Hills. Denise Harshberger took this photo of Dan and I with our Fanner Fifties and "26 Men" Levi jackets:
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Recognize the three buildings in the background?
"The idea of knowing exactly where you're going, is overrated."
—Sarah Sze