An art student with a troubled past finds love entering her life in a unique way
I was almost resigned to a life of quiet desperation
accompanied by my inner demons when a small miracle
occurred. It happened when I was 19 and living in
Sanger, Missouri, home of the famous Art School.
Situated on the bluffs overlooking the Mississippi, the
2500 or so hardy residents made their living from the
faculty and students, overcharging them for almost
everything.
Typically mid-western, flat with streets laid out in
neat squares, the town consisted of 2 banks, a bowling
alley, the VFW post and assorted restaurants, bars and
gas stations. There was a library, 2 motels out by …