Turn ,Turn , Turn
Tis the season to get back on the river and away from this screen ( mostly). It's all about the money although being back on the Big Hole is it's own reward. I had a great winter, got some good work done on the books, but now it is time to get out under that Montana sun and greet the Montana mosquitos.
I have once again enjoyed many exchanges on this blog. Ducky and Renegade, Lichanos and the occasional Angry Anarchist, thanks for all the input, throughput, and your own output. Pagan, Beak and the posse, I'm not sure what you get out of this but whatever.
I just got back from a three week road trip to California, Oregon and a little Washington, working along one of the most spectacular coastlines in the world. Do I love my country? asks a local interlocutor. Sure. Who couldn't love what we got going on. Stupid question for stupid people.
I saw a lot of old chums, folks I shared time with forty, even fifty years ago. One who was in my kindergarten class! They have aged gracefully and found their own unique ways through the years but, in what I consider a sign of the times, they ( with some exceptions) seemed determinedly non-political. This is the post- post-modern vocation, find personal happiness, let the rest slide.
Not this boy, however. The Zootown Zapatistas will soon be publishing it's first issue of the new zine and it should be provocative. Please stay tuned.