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I grew up across from the grain elevator in historic Barnes, Kansas. I learned all the ins and outs by age ten, as we were all feral children, and there wasn't much to keep us entertained that didn't involve trespassing. Those are the sorts of qualifications an employer looks for, so it was no surprise when I got a job at Palmer Grain. This painting is neither of those specific dustbins, but there are pieces of both, and a little of Linn and Greenleaf. When the train still ran through it took me to wherever I wanted to go, as long as it was one of those very specific places.
I grew up across from the grain elevator in historic Barnes, Kansas. I learned all the ins and outs by age ten, as we were all feral children, and there wasn't much to keep us entertained that didn't involve trespassing. Those are the sorts of qualifications an employer looks for, so it was no surprise when I got a job at Palmer Grain. This painting is neither of those specific dustbins, but there are pieces of both, and a little of Linn and Greenleaf. When the train still ran through it took me to wherever I wanted to go, as long as it was one of those very specific places.