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LOOSE ENDS: The Western Welcome

There was a time when being considered an old-timer was a sign of respect. The traditional call and response on the post office step mornings might lead to a joking, “Well, you don’t see my name on the door, do ya?” All one had to do for name verification was glance at the plethora of white cards on the door, as one held it open to let the inquirer inside. 

It might be preceded by…