I Have a Dream, Too
Straight from the Chiller Channel
By Steve Carr
I’m a bit of a Renaissance man. I forsook fishing to spend a delightful Idaho September weekend visiting a haunted hotel museum in Soda Springs and then viewing and contemplating a mountainous slag pile nearby.
I then attended a family wedding, munching cupcakes while conversing thoughtfully with the second cousin rancher of my wife’s uncle. I basked in the grandeur of endless sagebrush near a roadside “Point of Interest” sign, and learned about early Idaho mammoth hunters. I looked up and read, for the first time, Dr. King’s, “I Have a Dream” speech, in honor of its late summer anniversary. I put my napkin in my lap. I read the newspaper.