“For photographs to accompany this piece, Tucker suggests we go to Longview, a childhood haunt. We turn off Highway 12, cross a set of railroad tracks no longer in use and park next to a roofless building that once housed a country store. There’s not much left here. He remembers those long afternoons of boyhood he and friends would walk the tracks, either toward town the fire tower a mile away, or here, to these abandoned buildings. The tracks with their rumbling freight trains remain very much alive in the writer’s memory.”

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