Wednesday, August 28, 2019


I have an odd memory.....all my life it's taken me ages to remember some one's name, if I've recently met them. But I remember passages of book, first lines, last lines of books I haven't picked up in years.

I'm moving soon out of Montana, back to Seattle. A variety of reasons, but it's something I have to do. Frankly, I'm not looking forward to it, except for seeing my kids and grands more often. I'll miss small town life, with all it's warts. I'll miss the ability to 'get away from it all' by driving 10 minutes, of having moose wander into town, the stubborn, uninformed friendliness of the people.

In this mood, some of the last lines of the "Streets of Laredo" came to mind. Charles Goodnight and a cowboy in his employ had just visited Woodrow Call, now old, minus a leg, making his living by sharpening farm implements, when once he was a famous Texas Ranger. Riding away, the cowboy looked troubled, and remarked on Call's life now versus what he had been.

“Woodrow Call had his time,” he said, finally. “It was a long time, too. Life’s but a knife edge, anyway. Sooner or later people slip and get cut.”
“Well, you ain’t slipped,” J. D. Brown said.
“How would you know, son?” Goodnight said.

Tuesday, August 20, 2019

"Sittin' on the boat of the bay, wastin' time........"

Apologies to Otis, it's been 52 years he's been gone. Fiona, aka The Adorable One, on the ferry from SF to Tiburon.

Friday, August 16, 2019

And you thought I lived in the boonies....

Two earthquakes hit Manhattan, are felt in Butte

And yes, there is a Manhattan, Montana.