Anyone who has ever driven through Yellowstone, or seen images of the Grand Tetons should know straight off that the … More
What’s unique about Seattle in the winter is that lawns are bright green. So is the moss growing on roofs. Everywhere you look, it’s like someone squeezed out a tube of green paint. So that’s something.
They were dutiful boys and men, who stood in line for a paycheck, looked eagerly for letters from home, longed for packages of socks and cigarettes, and wore their wills pinned to their jackets.
In the West, everyone is from somewhere else — heading to somewhere else. We are, at the very least, a country on the move. On our way from what was to what is — without looking back.