When one speaks of hope in the middle of America, one tends to refer to it existing in “pockets.” The small population of family farms are pockets of hope. The few towns that have held onto their local hospitals, albeit…
I’ve spent most of my life on the edges of farm country. As a kid, in South Dakota, I knew the cadence of farm-speak, cribbed from the little 4H and FFA members who ruled the elementary school show-and-tell presentations, overheard…
NOTE: Maxine Newell was a life long resident of the Colorado Plateau. She was born in Dove Creek, Colorado and lived in Monticello and then Moab until her death in 2015. Maxine and I worked together at Arches NP in…
Pete’s Dad and Mother and Brother Dick left for their Home in Old La Sal about a week after Little Pete was born. John stayed a few more days to work in the mine with Pete. Puge moved his family…
EDITOR’S NOTE: For years, Ken Sleight was a regular columnist for this publication and his topics scanned the spectrum—from his passionate quixotic quest to restore Glen Canyon, to his opposition to nuclear waste in San Juan County. Ken also took…
…As Urban Sprawl and “Civilization” swallow us up, a second look at the ‘Hooved Locusts’ by Dave Jarvis It was just after two in the morning and I heard the soft putter of an All Terrain Vehicle drive past. My…