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Dancing with the Sandman



In this tragicomedy set in the turbulent 60s of West Texas, Billie Jo Dunstan comes face-to-face with the sandman. Echoes of the past dance in dusty swirls of memories of rural Texas where the past and small town life still survive well beyond the superhighways and the ratcheting progress of the present. The sandman is everywhere—blowing life and death, happiness and sadness.

From the book:

During the Binky days, I had a tricycle; I was about three years old. It was bright, shiny red, and ready to go. Sidewalks were longer then than they are now, and many more paths ran alongside them. On a sidewalk in those days, you could travel from city to city or make your own parking lot. I was blessed with the gift of imagination, which let me tell you, in this part of the country, it’s a darn good thing. Armed with this gift, I could spend all day going to the post office, the grocery store, and the laundromat: places I found worth going to. I never thought where the sidewalk or the highway might end, or that they would even leave Knoxford County, Texas. I did learn eventually that they did, indeed, go beyond that, and as I was to find out much later, this was both good and bad in many ways.

L. T. Garvin