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Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter

Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter: Christmas Eve: Recycled, Renewed, and Remembered

| GK Harkness | Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter
Another year has come and now is nearly gone, I am older, but little (if any) wiser, so once again I have chosen to recycle the last few years’ Christmas missive. Creativity is lagging behind ambition, but the message remains the same.

Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter: Companions on the Prairie: Memories from 2015 and 1864

| GK Harkness | Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter
Earlier that morning I finally got another snowbound semi-truck out of the Arctic landscape of what once had been a promising milo field, limped it over to the rutted track that now passed for a county road and paused to consider my remaining options. Maybe the other loads would float downstream on their own when the drifts melted? Or perhaps they’d simply sink out of sight and save me the trouble of breaking more tow chains?

Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter: Veterans Day

| GK Harkness | Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter
History, if we allow it to reside within us, keeps alive the people and places that brought us life and made us what we are. 78 years ago in 1944, my father, CW Harkness, took leave of his wife and children, sold his business, paid off his debts, volunteered for the Marines and went to war.

Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter: Once Upon a Cornfield

Stewards of the land often cast long shadows, sometimes reaching centuries beyond their own lives.

Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter: CW's Fence

| GK Harkness | Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter
In his later days, my Father built this fence around his small meadow, a final strategic move in the annual battle to discourage stray cattle from sharing his retirement retreat.

Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter: Dust Storm

| GK Harkness | Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter
Kiowa County, Colorado, far out on the eastern margins of the high plains, has been my home for most of my life. A life that is now beyond the end of its seventh decade.

Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter: National Ag Day

| GK Harkness | Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter
I didn’t wake up this morning knowing this was National Ag Day.

Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter: Passing the Torch

| GK Harkness | Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter
It’s been a long time coming. Almost fifty-two years since I picked up the reins from my Dad.

Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter: All Tanked Up

| GK Harkness | Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter
Out here in the empty quarter it’s a long way to a filling station, so we buy most of our diesel fuel in bulk.

Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter: One Big Step

| GK Harkness | Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter
There’s terrifying and then there’s Terrified.

Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter

| GK Harkness | Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter
It’s cold outside today. And I have a cold.

Borderlines: The Passenger

| GK Harkness | Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter
I was tired.