Saying goodbye to a favorite piece of gear.
It was the first day of 2018, January 1. A big snow had fallen two days before and we struggled to get up the North Fork Road to find a place to shoot skeet. It was already getting dark when we made our way south, back to Columbia Falls. As usually I was driving wayContinue reading “January 1, 2018”
It was on this day, the 29th of November, 1781 that the white crew of the slave ship Zong began murdering slaves by throwing them overboard. The crew hoped to claim the murdered slaves as part of an insurance policy that allowed slavers to make claims for cargo that was jettisoned in order to saveContinue reading “In memory of the Zong Massacre”
894 days ago, on June 16, 2016, I woke up and decided that I was not going to drink alcohol anymore. Nearly 23 years before I had gotten drunk for the first time a few days after I graduated from high school. Over the course of those years I did lots of regrettable things underContinue reading “I’m Good”
The first time I went into the Lamar Valley of Yellowstone was in the winter of 1998-99. Despite the reintroduction of wolves in 1994, there were still huge herds of elk in the river bottom. I remember thousands and thousands of This past week the only elk in the Lamar Valley was a pile ofContinue reading “The Lamar”
Perhaps no place in any community is so totally democratic as the town library. The only entrance requirement is interest. Lady Bird JohnsonOne of the great joys of my life is to be set free in the University Library. These past two days I’ve been on the campus of the University of Montana, Missoula, Montana. Continue reading “Stacks”
I went to high school in the suburbs of Washington, the District of Columbia. Though I was always near the seat of government, in a city of millions the chance to interact with political leaders was limited to state funerals, watching Marine One fly around, inaugurations and random motorcades. Then I moved to Montana. InContinue reading “Access”
I was unfamiliar with Greg Brown before I moved to Montana. I quickly learned that if I was going to be able to chat with any woman who I was remotely interested in I’d best become familiar with his music. Like all good folk prophets, he has the shaky, gravel bar of a voice thatContinue reading ““I think about my children when I look at any child’s face & pray that we will find a way to get with all this amazing grace””
Tonight, during a trivia competition, I was reminded of the tremendous heritage and culture that makes Montana such a unique state. In 2016, 67,222 Montana resident were recognized as being Native American in a state with a total population of 1,062,330. Seven Federally recognized Tribes exist in Montana today The Blackfeet Nation The Chippewa Cree TribeContinue reading “First Peoples”
A friend gave me a copy of “Stranger in the Woods: The Extraordinary Story of the Last True Hermit” by Michael Finkel. This quick read is a narrative account of Christopher Knight’s 2o plus years of living in solitude near a central Maine lake. Knight lived within walking distance of hundreds of vacation cabins but camouflagedContinue reading “Stranger in the Woods”
Every summer my daughter leaves the state to attend camp for four weeks. Though her absence is intensely felt in our little family, I relish the opportunity to communicate with her through letters only. I find that I communicate things that I would never bring up verbally with her. I also know she is going toContinue reading “Camp”
Nearly a decade ago, I lived in Central Montana and opportunities for live music were dismal. Western Montana has just enough to keep my appetite for the experience satiated.