The writer Ivan Doig, born in White Sulphur Springs, Montana, died at home today in Seattle. I don’t know what to say except that I am saddened, that he was one of my favorites and that he seemed to be thoughtful and hard-working throughout his life. His writing talent is for all to enjoy in this book. I have read it more than once and, I’m sure, will read it again down the road. This copy is the last thing my mother sent me before she died at home at Lennep, Montana, in 1979, shortly after its publication. It will always be on my top shelf.