A few thoughts… On time and water
By Sandy Compton Reader Columnist It’s the summer solstice and I’m walking through my lower briar patch. If you know me, you may know what I mean. If you don’t, you won’t. My stroll...
By Sandy Compton Reader Columnist It’s the summer solstice and I’m walking through my lower briar patch. If you know me, you may know what I mean. If you don’t, you won’t. My stroll...
By Sandy Compton Reader Columnist Memorial Day weekend is passed. Soggy campers weathered the weather, and cemeteries sprouted flags and flowers in remembrance of loved ones. Twenty-eight years ago last Sunday, I traveled to...
By Sandy Compton Reader Columnist Just so you know, even if there’s nobody on the ocean to experience the waves, the waves are there. From 30,000 feet, whitecaps are still visible. And there are...
By Sandy Compton Reader Columnist My brothers and I and our significant others once stood in Grandpa Earl’s east field on a summer night, watching sunset fade away. Hanging in the sky 10 degrees...
By Sandy Compton Reader Columnist Long ago, my girlfriend and her sister took me skiing at Schweitzer Basin. Sort of. They got me in a pair of leather boots that connected — temporarily —...
By Sandy Compton Reader Columnist Several days before Thanksgiving, a collection of tracks appear in my driveway, those of a domestic cat. My neighbors have cats, but they don’t visit. These tracks are everywhere,...
By Sandy Compton Reader Columnist I am keeping my promise not to write about politics for a while; and it may be forever. It seems moot. We are stuck in a political and ideological...
By Sandy Compton Reader Columnist I’m two miles from the pickup and 500 feet above where I left it parked when I find a snakeskin on a rock midstream in the East Fork. It...
By Sandy Compton Reader Contributor You may have heard someone say, “That person is a real character,” generally in reference to a guy or gal who is somewhat, or very — ummm — unique....
By Sandy Compton Reader Columnist In John Prine’s song, “Way Back Then,” he sings, “I am out undoing all the good I’ve done.” That could be a theme for the past few years in...