Mountains, men, and the claim

The North Fork of the Flathead River Valley could care less about five middle-aged men shooting shotguns and clay pigeons for three hours on the first gray and white day of 2019. Those mountains remain tonight, silent and cold, clouds keeping their ridges hidden.  They have survived hellish winters, sweltering summers, wind, snow, and fireContinue reading “Mountains, men, and the claim”

In memory of the Zong Massacre

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”

“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”

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””