. … “… It seems likely that Custer lived long enough to try to repeat his success at the Washita by capturing the village’s women and children.” Nathaniel Philbrick, “The Last Stand.” “If he could cross the river to the north and secure hostages, he’d have the key to victory.” Nathaniel Philbrick, “The Last Stand.” …
The day began normally enough, with my blue heeler Cowboy hauling a chunk of firewood through the aluminum dog door for reasons only he would know, clattering as he came. A woodpecker or jay, hungry or angry or both, attacked the roof above my bed and ensured my awakening. My awareness cranked up when nine …
Sometimes we can see things more clearly from the hinterlands. Here are some important reminders that came to me as I followed Washington political coverage this week. Do not dine with Donald Trump. 2. Do not wear a red tie if you are 6′ 8″ tall and trying to disguise yourself with a blue drape. …
Donald Trump is ruining my fiction-writing career. As if it had ever really gotten started. I retired two years ago to exchange my journalism credentials for a license “to make it all up.” Then came Trump. Every time I got cranked up on a great American short story, or got another personal essay out of …
I think I’ll skip the Trump event in Albuquerque. Ivanka called to invite me, but I’m afraid I might miss something out here in the semi-suburban wilds of Placitas. Like my neighbor Suanne singlehandedly pinning down a meal-swollen rattlesnake with her garage door and then scooting the thing into an empty kitty litter can. She …
HOPE AND DESPAIR Today was the day Donald J. Trump claimed enough delegates to clinch the Republican nomination for president. Today was the day that Michelle Obama gave a speech at the Santa Fe Indian School commencement that referred to her own background and embodied what seemed a heartfelt understanding of the school and …
I was down in the dumps for a while but then realized I was reading only about Trump, Custer and the newspaper business. My spirits are lifting now. I know there is no saving of the newspaper business as I knew it, but I remain hopeful about journalism and journalists. I foresee Trump following in …
How to be recognized as a celebrity: Wear giant sunglasses while walking through LAX in an abundance of outerwear, partially concealing a small dog. Carry a lidded Starbucks cup as you stroll through the Village with your spouse or partner in giant sunglasses, sloppy jeans and an abundance of outerwear. How to prove your …
I gotta do something different in the morning. I wake, start reading the latest Trump assaults on decency and wonder, “Where am I?” And I’m starting to feel my own descent into taking pokes at Trump on Twitter — including “Admired Eddie Haskell” and “Should Carry Gilligan’s Island” — has been pretty tame.
I think we’re going to revoke landing privileges for the Trump Jet here at dreamranch. Or maybe we’ll just build a wall. That guy in the golf hat caused a bad dream for a guest last night and I think he is disturbing my dog. My old firefighting and trail-building buddy Bob cruised in yesterday …
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