The full moon crests the horizon at dusk, at the abandoned Boron AFS (WWII to 1975) and later, Boron Prison (1979 to 2000). This 25-house tract was built to house the prison guards and their families, it’s now home to jackrabbits and spiders . . . not a soul for miles in any direction. It was really one of those Walter Gripp moments for me, where did everybody go? Did you live here, or know someone that did? I’d love to talk to you . . .