Hunter Gray hunterbadbear at earthlink.net
Sun Jan 26 17:43:39 MST 2003

The American Flag Thing still lingers pluckily here and there on some
vehicles in this general Idaho setting.  But this afternoon, down in
Pocatello, I saw a big ole pickup flying a huge, flapping Jolly Roger -- the
traditional tribal Skull & Crossbones of the outlaws of the sea.   As it
sailed along the rocky street, it personally warmed my heart since I was
president of our Pirate Club at age eight or so [though the nearest ocean
was regrettably 'way beyond our reach and ken.]  But far more than that I
knew I was today seeing Honesty Incarnate -- someone with something candidly
and very intricately reflecting the current national policies of the
reincarnation of certain notorious water rovers of yore.

Hunter Gray  [Hunterbear]
Protected by Na´shdo´i´ba´i´
and Ohkwari'

In our Gray Hole, the ghosts often dance in the junipers and sage, on the
game trails, in the tributary canyons with the thick red maples, and on the
high windy ridges -- and they dance from within the very essence of our own
inner being. They do this especially when the bright night moon shines down
on the clean white snow that covers the valley and its surroundings.  Then
it is as bright as day -- but in an always soft and mysterious and
remembering way. [Hunterbear]

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