In this issue… Take it or Leave it: A SIGN OF CIVILITY in a WORLD GONE MAD …by Jim Stiles Sowing Clover: The Stranger …by Tonya Audyn Stiles “Lonely are the Brave” Revisited (Part Two) …by Jim Stiles Grippo: Blackout…
“With all its hopes, dreams, promises and urban renewals, the world continues to deteriorate…give up.” “Deteriorata.” National Lampoon. 1972 So a couple months ago, when I heard that for the first time in recorded history, TWO tropical storms were simultaneously…
When I lived in South Dakota, one of my favorite places was a truck stop on the western edge of Rapid City. There wasn’t anything particularly special about this truck stop—except…maybe, for the quality of the pie in its diner.…
NOTE: If you haven’t seen “Lonely Are the Brave,” or read Edward Abbey’s “Brave Cowboy,” you might be better served to find the film or the book, watch and/or read them, and then come back to this article…JS Six years ago,…
What do you do when reality is too much to handle? Geddes woke up in a strange room. It was clearly a motel room. There were two beds, a TV, a bathroom done up in tile and fixtures from the…
Tonya and I live in what is nowadays one of the most remote parts of the country. The High Plains are not known for their scenic splendor (though they are scenic to the discerning eye) and tourist traffic is next…
It was around the first of October that the leaves on the birch trees began to blow away. I looked out of the window one morning and saw that leaves had gathered at the side of the road. I saw…
What’s the biggest mistake you ever made? No, not that kind; I mean work related. If you’ve reached A Certain Age, you might even have trouble picking the one. Not me; mine shines out like a beacon against the…
“We had spent one night at Kayenta. No one could be even that short a time in the Wetherills’ house, hearing them talk, seeing the beautiful things hanging on their walls, without catching some of the riches to be found…
Pahaana, that’s the Hopi word for white Americans of European ancestry, white folks, and that’s me. Being one of the few Pahaanas married to a Hopi woman and practicing the ancient Hopi custom of living at your wife’s place means…