HUNTER BEAR: 2/23/06
I initially posted the following [attached] on May 10 2003. That seems
like -- and much is -- Another Time. Some things from soon after that point
for two years beyond it seem like a very odd and always challenging dream.
Occasionally, things from that grim epoch blur -- but I can always quickly
force them into sequential focus. But lately, as I've previously noted,
things -- although still quite problematic -- can seem comparatively normal.
Outside, the early Idaho Springtime Sun is bright and, although it is crisp
and cool, Winter is much on the run. Feels good.
Three years ago -- that I recall with the greatest clarity -- we were
beginning to prepare for our long trip to Chicago where I was scheduled to
give [and gave] substantial presentations on my life, times, social justice,
and the challenges faced by Native Americans. These were under the aegis of
the fine Ethical Humanist Society of Greater Chicago, with which our family
has had an interesting and complex tie for over a century. At the point of
our Chicago visit, the extremely cordial and most helpful Ms. Dorothy
Lockhart was the long-time Administrator of that large Chicago-area humanist
group. [She, I should add, retired recently and is now enjoying Albuquerque.
For the last two years she has been on our more personal discussion lists
and I have been a somewhat at-large member of the good Chicago component of
the Ethical Culture movement . Its moral support and good wishes have been
extremely important to us -- as have those of all friends and family.]
Before we took off in latter April 2003, I had our Jeep Cherokee [4WD], a
'98 model purchased in late '97, into our dealer for a major maintenance
checkup. Its mileage at that point was about 42,500. All was OK and the
service manager and I told each other that he'd see us again at 60,000
Well, the mileage is now at a grand total of 49,600 or so. Not long after
our return to Idaho from Chicago, my sky fell health-wise -- hard and
pervasively. The loyal Jeep, who had tasted vastly wide open spaces,
languished in its not uncomfortable but confining garage -- only very
occasionally driven by other family members.
And, although I have been languishing, I do now feel considerably better.
Even do short-distance driving with regularity. Lately, watchful family
have not insisted someone accompany me on all of these little junkets. And,
when We're together, just It and Me, I tell the Jeep that the day is coming
when once again the great horizons of Idaho, Wyoming and Montana and far
beyond and around will open for us.
In the meantime, the Jeep and I and Eldri all savor the great memories of
that long and fascinating trip and our splendid Chicago experience.
And I remember so very well the bright and fresh Spring of 2003.
Hunter Gray [Hunter Bear]
[A later and closely related post is, THE STORMY ADOPTION OF AN INDIAN
CHILD -- MY FATHER.
MAY 10 2003: SPRING