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Article: The Dude Ranch: in a shabby old Sarasota apartment across from the Ringling School, my friends and I learned to believe we could be artist.
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- Sarasota Magazine
- Article date:
- March 1, 2003
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I can't quite put my finger on what made the Dude Ranch so cool, Maybe it was the space itself: the hardwood floors, the windows facing Louie's 76 gas station and the huge screened porch. Or maybe it was because it sat on top of Frank's Barbershop on the North Trail.
I don't know.
Perhaps the place and its location had nothing to do with it. Maybe it was us. Would it have still been cool if Larry didn't sit out on the stairs with his guitar singing unlikely songs to nobody? Or if Chris hadn't danced on the stove top to a Roy Orbison tune before going on a frenzy and smashing Larry's three television sets with Raff's numchucks? And what if Jorge hadn't ...