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I rolled down the endless highway into the bright New Mexico day. Clouds hung low in the blue morning sky like poly fiber torn from an over stuffed pillow. As I rolled along I knew that the soft clouds could gather into a storm, I watched the sky wi... 

TOPCON POP EXPO to ARTIST ALLEY STUDIO Changes come from unexpected places and as the old saying goes “God works in mysterious ways.” So it was with the death of TopCon Pop Expo and the birth of Artist Alley Studio. When the Covid-19 Pandemic h... 

THE ALBINO WOMAN - By: J. A. George - Edited By: The GYPSY While we are on the subject of cemeteries allow me to relate the strange tale of the Albino Woman to you my faithful readers. The story of the Albino Woman is a ghost story that has touche... 

The head full of dark chestnut hair with twinkling eyes peered around the crowd of people. I knew it was her immediately. I knew that smile, the smile that had so entranced me when I had first saw it on my computer screen. It was New Years Eve 1997 a... 

I watched the tornado cross the Interstate less than a half mile from where I sat under an overpass. It was early May of 1982 and this was just another moment in a trip, by the time it was completed, that included, a trip on Braniff airlines last fli... 

The road stretched out before us up and off into the distance. Kansas roads beckon the rider to throttle up and explore what�s around the next curve or over the next hill. My wife Debbie and I were taking advantage of the first day of Autumn. The wea...