But Who’s Chasing Whom? By Ray Brooks Shortly after I moved to Hailey in 1984 to open an outdoor store, I met Hippy Jimmy and his girlfriend Lynn. They were a pleasant couple, who embraced a lifestyle that
A Procrastination Primer By Les Tanner Like so many people these days, quite a bit of my time is spent sitting here at the computer. The computer sits on a desk. Also sitting on the desk are various
At Least It Wasn’t Eighty-Three By Les Tanner Several years ago, I recounted in these pages my chagrin at having been greeted, “How are things going, old timer?” by a couple of whippersnappers in their thirties, during a
Saving Water in a Drought By Carolyn White The ranch guest—I think her name was Millicent—stared at me with her mouth open. Her jaw grazed the elegant silk scarf that was draped around her neck. “The what?” she
Don’t Leave Home without Them By Khaliela Wright My son Judah recently left Idaho in search of better wages and a higher standard of living. In Moscow, he was earning $18,720 a year as a software developer— the
The first time was back in the early 1980s, when I was driving home to Moscow with my buddy Kevin after a weekend climbing trip amid poison ivy-infested crags along the Salmon River above Riggins. Continue reading
The austere concrete block building sheltered a crush of inhabitants, all desperately longing for love. The Kootenai Humane Society in Hayden was more than happy to hook us up with the companion of our dreams, and at a very reasonable price. Continue reading
If you know anything about Boy Scouts, you’ve probably heard of the infamous “fifty-miler” award for which each participant receives a colorful commemorative patch. These verify that one has hiked or floated at least fifty miles on a single trip. Continue reading
The second time I spotted him lolling about on the top of the feeder, I grabbed a broom and rushed out the door, waving my threatening wand and yelling like a mad dog. The squirrel rather curiously observed all this until I actually started to swing, at which point he quickly and rather casually jumped down to run off. Sure, I pulled my swing, because I didn’t want to bash apart the feeder or actually hurt this talented squirrel, but I figured the near-miss and my angry scolding would teach him a lesson.
Silly me. Teach a squirrel a lesson where food is involved? Instead it only seemed to make an alarm of the back door latch. Now the squirrel had time to saunter off. Continue reading
