Tuesday September 02, 2014
08/19/2014 - 12:17pm
There seems to be a flood of good friends flowing to heaven lately.
When I moved to Dumont from Noxon, Mont., in 1977 no one close to me had died. I was 26. Grandpa Barlow had written to say Grandma was in the nursing home dying of lung cancer, even though I doubt Minnie had ever even smelled a smoke filled room.
08/05/2014 - 3:01pm
Remove the carrot to stem influx of unwanted newcomers
With all the hoopla over the children flooding into our country from Central America, we should be asking why. Why in the world would a parent send their young children off to another land with nowhere specific as a destination?
07/22/2014 - 10:40am
James Garner, Imperfect role model
I’ve had the theme from “Maverick” going through my head lately. Next to my mom and dad, James Garner was a role model for me. Kinda weird because, as Maverick, he played a gambler. The loader operator I worked with for Columbia Helicopters taught me not to gamble by taking every new guy...
07/08/2014 - 11:30am
Good friends shape our lives
I mentioned Chuck Saxton, the hook tender, in the last column. He was stocky with red curly hair sticking out all over, made to be a logger with a low center of gravity.
Chuck's superior was Kiddo. I can't remember his given name, but Kiddo called everybody else “kiddo.” He was an old man with...
07/01/2014 - 11:28am
Logging Camp Society
Here is the third in the four-part Alaska vacation series. Thought it was three, didn't you? Last week was the mechanics, or workings of logging camp. Now, the people.
Holy cow, this is 38 years ago. Forgive me if you were there and find my facts don't ring true.
It rains most of the time in Southeast Alaska...