In the late 1960s when Richard Nixon was inaugurated our nation’s chief executive and America was still reeling from massive race riots and the spector of hippies burning their draft cards in the face of the GI generation in protest of the Vietnam War, quiet pockets of our country existed where gentle breezes swept through willow trees in Mayberry fashion and moonlit dirt roads were more than rural legend. Such is the sleepy small town of Dulce (pronounced Dul-cee) […] Read More