My Ol' Engine

| September/October 1989

805 E. San Rafael Colorado Springs, Colorado 80903

I first spotted the old engine during my official first day tour of the Ranch as a new inmate-uh, resident.

Sitting forlornly over under the icicle-festooned water tank, near the big spinning windmill, the old piece of cast-iron junk seemed dwarfed by the wide, vast immensity of the desolate landscape all around.

Somehow interested, I convinced Jimmy, a fellow resident and my tour guide to stop off at the windmill and the engine.

'It don't run,' Jimmy ventured, as I looked at it closely.

'Yeah, wonder how's come?'