Cold, with some sporadic snow now and then.  But Spring is here in Eastern

I certainly do not want to appear "overly focused" on the Lupus thing as a
public topic.  But, on the other hand, I have gotten more than a few very
good comments which indicate appreciation at my keeping people informed in a
reasonably detailed fashion of my trip in these genuinely mysterious waters.
Systemic Lupus Erythematosus  [SLE], the worst version of which I have, has
no cure and is very frequently lethal [sooner or later] and always horrible.
Essentially genetic in nature, although other factors can occasionally be
involved as well, it is a weird and wraithy and downright surreal

SLE [and other less drastic forms of the disease] play hell with one's
immune system. It's an "auto-immune" disease, turning the natural immune
system against one's  own body. Since  basic Lupus medicines such as
Prednisone and Plaquenil  are immune suppressants, I was warned by my
several physicians to avoid, if at all possible, people who had conventional
ailments.  However, unless one is living in a glass box, that's
impossible -- especially at my home which has a number of good people
residing therein.

But some of these maladies, purely routine for the person in average
circumstances, can be very, very dangerous for an SLE'er.

During the past several weeks, as one family member after another briefly
succumbed to colds, I seemed surprisingly resistant.  Then, It hit hard: a
bad cold, sinus complications, mounting fatigue.  Using my old reliable --
Vitamin C -- I held it briefly at bay but late last week, and especially
during the nights, it came on hard, accompanied by a chronic cough.  This is
Tuesday and, Sunday night-into-Monday morn, I got exactly one hour of sleep.
During that one hour or so, I had bizarre nightmares which somehow involved
great dark shadows moving across my native state of Arizona -- and
immediately above me.

 When we called our primary physician, he took it all quite seriously,
immediately made an appointment slot available to me at Monday mid-morn.  I
made it clear to anyone in the family who had working ears that I would not
submit to another X-Ray nor would I go to the Hospital. [X-Ray people seem
to mis-perceive me -- as a maverick bull -- and order me around as though I
were back in Boot Camp.  It's easier to break out of a max security prison
than it is the Hospital.]

No problems with our doc.  He gave me a quick general check, then focused on
the cold and its various complexities and complications.  At one point, he
suggested I see an eye doctor [Plaquenil, of which I am now taking a fair
amount, along with less Prednisone, can sometimes create irreversible eye

"I don't like eye doctors," said I. [It strikes me now, as I write this,
that that wasn't one of my more adult responses.]

This medic knows me very well by now.  He grinned.  "I'm surprised you trust
me," said he.  He knows that I do.

So he prescribed  a conventional anti-biotic in strong dosages, and
Tylenol-with-Codine as well.  Last night -- Monday night -- I slept
comfortably for the first time in several days. [Skeptical of anything
addictive, I won't be using much Codine-related stuff, save when absolutely

But, with Lupus, and certainly the really terrible SLE version, one has to
constantly "ride fence" and scout from the ridges for Dark-Shadows-Moving.
Again, what is shallow and short-lived under conventional circumstances, is
pure danger for people with Lupus of any kind.

My personal life long instincts are to always "kill the adversary"
[figuratively or literally.]  But with SLE, there is no cure of any kind,
remissions are extremely scarce, and the projected outcome -- no matter how
long it may take -- is never really in question.

And that can be the hardest thing with which to deal.

Fighting On -

HUNTER GRAY  [HUNTER BEAR]   Micmac /St. Francis Abenaki/St. Regis Mohawk
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. [Hunter Bear]

As I often say, It's critical to always keep fighting -- and to
always remember that, if one lives with grace, he/she should be prepared to
die with grace.



Here are very early morning thoughts of today on certain Native American
dimensions and Marxism.  The following query -- a good one, in my opinion --
is followed by my response.  I have edited this only slightly -- for space
and a bit more detail.  Remember, I am neither very ideological nor

Hi Hunter,I am not sure if you remember me.You sent me some of your thoughts
on native activism and marxism,after I had some questions,some time ago.
 Well I am back,was wondering if you could read the attached file.Perhaps
you might have some insights.In my gut,at least I want to believe, that I as
a marxist,and a person with much respect for native culture,tradition ,and
wisdom,that there is a connection there between native people and
marxist/socialists,or can be.The way I see it, and interpret Marxism there
seems to be much we can share.I think of the Iroquois Confederacy,and I see
a example of some thing good,something that gives me hope.
 If you have the time or inclination your input would be much appreciated
and valued.

I certainly remember you, D, but what I don't seem to remember conclusively
is whether I gave you the link to two of my Left articles on Natives.  I am
about 90 per cent certain I did but, if not, here that is:
http://www.hunterbear.org/nativeamericans.htm  I have written much on Native
topics but these, published only a few years ago, are inclusive and

Briefly, I don't think you have any real problem -- unless you make all of
the components overly precious in a tightly ideological sense.  As you
suggest, there is certainly an overlap between communalistic tribalism and
Marxism.  Despite such matters as "circlic/cyclic" change [Native societies
and cultures], and "Western linear progress" which includes, of course,
Marxism, I see it all as usually being a fairly easy overlap.

 As I've pointed out, there are many, many hundreds and hundreds of tribal
nations in North America, each with its own history and culture, and many
degrees of acculturation and traditionalism [never assimilation], often
within the same nation. The basic commitment of Native people is to
family/tribal  nation and its culture. [A tribe is, of course, One Big
Family in many respects indeed.]

 Many traditionalists would still object to any industrialization but many
others would accept some if it didn't mangle the Earth; other, more
acculturated Indians, would have no problem generally with varying degrees
of industrialization if the negative environmental effects were relatively
minimal.  All, traditionalists and others, would want the always essentially
communalistic and basically classless tribe to own and run the show with the
benefits going to its people as a whole.  The Feds and the tribe can still
contract with outside [capitalistic] industry -- but, for decades, now,  the
tribe has to approve any arrangement rather than the old exploitative system
of unilateral Federal superimposed action.  There is little "class struggle"
within a tribal society but there can certainly be some vis a vis
outside-based industry. Tribal taxation powers, BTW, are very strong with
respect to "private" outside industry on a reservation.  But, as I say, more
and more of the thrust is toward tribally-owned industry, carefully
controlled, with the benefits going in various ways to the whole people.

From the standpoint of structure, the Iroquois Confederacy is a fine model
to study.  Lewis Henry Morgan's work with the extremely gifted Seneca
leader, Eli Parker, is well worth attention.  Eli Parker's great nephew,
Arthur Parker, was a very, very capable person himself, wrote widely, and
much of that is gathered in Parker on the Iroquois [edited by Fenton], 1969.
I have  an early copy -- obviously have had for decades -- and consult it
often.  Arthur Parker was a hero of mine when I was coming of age and
remains always a special person.  He was a major organizer of the
advocacy-oriented Society of American Indians [1911] and one of the founders
[1944] of the current National Congress of American Indians.  A full and
very satisfying resource on Iroquois traditionalism is Annemarie Anrod
Shimony's Conservatism among the Iroquois at the Six Nations Reserve
[Syracuse, Syracuse University Press, 1994.]  [Originally published by Yale
in 1961, my father got a copy early on, much of which I read when I was
visiting at home.  But, it literally fell apart, and sadly disappeared.  As
soon as Syracuse reissued the book, I grabbed one.]

Navajo Nation, in its industrialization and widespread computerization, has
much in common with the old [and still pretty much there in many ways]
Soviet Mongolia.  Sheep, goats, horses et al coexist with the latest
technology.  There would be substantial differences between the two nations
in governance beyond the considerable common ground at the local, grassroots
extended family [to use a Navajo term, the "outfit"] level.  The Navajo
Tribal Council, Chapter form of organization, Exec branch, Judiciary are
considerably different in nature, of course, than the old Soviet-style
models.  But the USSR and components and clients are/were, certainly, simply
a few of many variants of Marxism.

I don't consider myself a formal "Marxist" but many people do consider me
so, and I certainly don't worry about it one way or the other.  In a Native
milieu I am much a Native and, outside, I am my own kind of Native/Wobbly

One of the great characteristics of Native people is that we borrow
"outside" things we deem desirable, incorporate them into an Indian cultural
context on our own terms, and use them for our Native purposes.  No reason
whatsoever that you cannot do that very thing in your own unique way!

I hope this has been of a little help.  Please get back to me anytime you
wish.  Good to see your interest.

As Ever, H  [It is about 3:30 am Mountain Time for most of Idaho; the Coeur
d'Alenes are in your time zone.  Come to think of it, that little burst of
time consciousness on my part is some kind of example of syncretism.]

HUNTER GRAY  [HUNTER BEAR]   Micmac /St. Francis Abenaki/St. Regis Mohawk
Protected by Na´shdo´i´ba´i´
and Ohkwari'

Sam [Friedman] writes and is followed by my response:  [Sam is having problems with
Netscape and has asked me to post this.]
why do you think that Marxism has a viewpoint that can be characterized
as "Western linear progress"? While I would agree that Marxism differs
from "circlic/cyclic" change models to the extent that I understand
them, I cannot see any way to view the Marxist approach. Marxism is
dialectical--that is, on a first approximation, social orders such as
the Roman Empire or Capitalism develop according to their own logic,
which creates class struggles and problems that cannot be solved within
their logics, and this leads either to revolution and total social
reorganization or to "the mutual ruin of the contending classes".

This is pretty clearly what Marx stood for from the Manifesto to the end
of his life.  I cannot see how it is a view of "linear progress" in any


My [Hunter] response:

If we agree that "linear progress" is a relatively straight line moving out
or up, then we are talking about the so-termed on-going "development" of
technology and industry.  I cannot see Marxism [or Capitalism] as anything
other than "western" -- and linear.  "Change is progress, and progress is
good" is, I readily concede, horribly simplistic -- but that little ditty
does come to mind.  Here is a Chicago example:

'Way down in the middle of the Windy City's financial district, there is an
old, modest but well built church known as Fourth Presbyterian. Its roots go
'way back into the 19th century. [I very strongly suspect the church is
still there.]  Immediately around it are really huge, mountainous money
buildings.  The land  on which Fourth Pres [as it's known] sits may be worth
more than the Lost Adams Diggings [or at least the Lost Dutchman Mine in the
Superstitions.]  Its people refuse to sell it -- even though pressures, in
the name of "progress", have been consistently launched by those who see the
generating of "maximum profit" as the highest value.  To them, there are
higher values than higher dinero.

The Apaches, after eliminating the American incursion [prospectors], covered
up the two foregoing super rich gold deposits, were obviously not linear
people.  They were protecting something precious -- the Earth: and BTW,
protecting it well into the 20th Century.  Now, the old timers are long
gone, and probably no living Apache has any idea of the location of either
gold repository.  To the Indians, there are higher values than higher
dinero -- or change.

So cultural change in the tribal world is not fast moving and straight-line.
Obviously never static, it's slow, deliberate -- in a strong sense
reflecting the cycle of seasons.  I should add that traditionally decision
making in tribal settings is via unity-strengthening consensus.  Even in
times which now see Robert's Rules used occasionally [and sometimes more
than occasionally], consensus arrived at before a meeting may very well
produce the measure that is ultimately voted for in formal fashion.

Another factor is the inherent cultural ethnocentrism in both Capitalism and
Marxism.  No Native would set up a high/low ranking "primitive/civilized"
system of various types of tribal societies replete with value judgments:
i.e., nomadic hunters and gatherers on the "bottom",  sedentary agricultural
societies a notch above, then up-a-ways to the huge city states of the
Toltecs and Aztecs.  We would see all of these, and various sub categories,
as "equal" -- recognizing that Cultural Visions vary. [And the religion of
the smallest hunting/gathering tribe is as complex as all of Roman
Catholicism.] After going up the ladder, Capitalism and Marxism would put
increasingly complex industrial development at the apex.

So far, I imagine, I do not seem especially friendly to any western concepts
of social change and their goals.  But -- Capitalism is proprietary and
obviously self-serving in the individual sense.  Marxism and other varieties
of humanistic socialism are communalistic with a primary emphasis on serving
the whole people.

Native tribalism, essentially quite communalistic [and democratic], places a
heavy emphasis on serving one's community rather than serving one's self.

So, discounting "linear progress", there is a fair amount of inherent common
ground between Natives and Marxists!

And, too, I did advise that we all [I don't refer especially to Me and
Thee -- but just generally] not become too "precious in the ideological

This is the best I can do -- but I think it's pretty good [as I do you,

Yours, Hunter Bear

HUNTER GRAY  [HUNTER BEAR]   Micmac /St. Francis Abenaki/St. Regis Mohawk
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. [Hunter Bear]

As I often say, It's critical to always keep fighting -- and to
always remember that, if one lives with grace, he/she should be prepared to
die with grace.


From John [Beba]:
Sent: Saturday, March 05, 2005 11:35 PM
Subject: travels

We're safely back, just rolled in.  Took forever to get through immigration and customs.  So today I traveled by ship, plane, and car.  We had a wonderful time, much more later.  It was not the floating trailer park Peter implied it would be.  My dinners included escargot, squid, sole, mussels, served elegantly.  Of the nine hundred crew only a handful were American, interestingly.  Had good talks with people from Turkey, Indonesia, Romania, Italy, Bosnia, South Africa, and more.
Beba: [From Hunter Bear, 3/06/05]
While I may be posting more than I usually do, I will let the good people of the BWB list know you and Nancy have returned, well-fed. As usual, your humble family here in Idaho subsisted on Western food: salmon, meat, potatoes, corn, sour dough bread and biscuits, buttermilk [for me], black coffee [inexplicably prohibited for me, you will recall, 18 months or so ago and I have consumed it faithfully all the way thru to the moment], and for the younger ones, soda pop. 
A walk this morning was extremely tough -- my feet are like boards [neuropathy] and still lots of ice and snow.  We came back by way of Mr South's house -- figuring if the Moose [s] could get up and down there, we could.  We did.
The folks liked to travel by ship -- but Mother was deeply into exploring exotic land regions.  Once, at the Yugoslavian border, she insisted that she and Dad be admitted.  The guards refused.  She argued on, with increasing vigor, then told them her oldest son [me] was a civil rights person and a socialist.  The guards, one of them giving Dad a very sympathetic look, let them in for an hour. 
D [H]
From Martha Ture:  3/06/05
Um, allow me to suggest that this diet wants amending with fresh raw vegetables and fruit.  You may find a slight improvement in health that way.  The four reasons I decided against living year round in Idaho:  1. hard to get fresh organic fruits and veggies. 2. too much snow and cold. 3. too many fascists.  4.  I won't abide bear-baiting, which seems to be the state sport.
Martha E. Ture
Research Director
From Hunter:  3/06/05
Actually, Martha, Eldri does serve green peas and sometimes green beans. She also forces bananas and occasionally canned plums on me. Anyway, she agrees totally with you.  I should have added that, now and then, we also have a big feast of Navajo Tacos [which is, of course, fry bread and beans. I  take more than 20 pills a day.  Most are purely medicinal but several are vitamin c, e, and a multi.
In full seriousness, I despise bear-baiting:  regularly planting food for bears and then, finally, killing them at the feeding site as soon as the season opens.  Best, H
From Steve McNichols:  3/06/05
Hunter: It wouldn't hurt to drink decaf, too. Steve McNichols 
From Sam Friedman: 3/06/05
Personally, apples and other fruit, and carrots and celery, have always been among my favorite foods.  I hate to think that you have been missing out on all the fun, Hunter!

Sam Friedman
National Development and Research Institutes
71 West 23d Street, 8th floor
New York, NY 10010

From Hunter Bear: 3/06/05

It is probably good advice, Steve -- decaf -- but real coffee is all I have left in life.  I gave up alcohol decades ago and smoking in '89.  Why the one doctor banned coffee, I really don't know.  I believe Mack and Beba were there when he did.  I was royally p___d.  As I say, I didn't follow the stricture. When I asked another doc, who has became our most regular one, what was the rationale for prohibition, he had no answer.  And, he btw, is a devout Mormon. [Coffee sales are always high at Poky.]  Later, when several of us were with yet another doctor, a Scot from New Brunswick, I mentioned I neither drank nor smoked. "And what do you do to enjoy life?" he asked reasonably. [I may have told this little story before, but it is worth a repeat.]  It would take something very medically drastic to ever get me back into a hospital.  Once in, you cannot escape.  Best, H
From Sheila Michaels:  3/07/05
My own feeling is that decaf will give you high cholesterol & ruin the finish on your car.  Decaf is one of those medical scare scams.  Think of those people who used oleomargarine & denied themselves butter for decades: then found oleo was the villain.  Same story with decaf.  Worse than chewing tobacco. 
        I hope you read the study about caffeinated coffee drinkers having good sex into their 80s.


From John [Beba]:  3/06/05:

We're adjusting now to being home, not being waited on, no sun, no delightful accents, no warm Caribbean breeze, no reggae music, no gentle rocking and pitch black cabin.  Life goes on.
Sorry to hear Dad's feet felt "like boards."  I continue to preach that he should seek out alternative therapies, not to "cure" the illness but to ease the symptoms.  Acupuncture/Acupressure, Chiropractor, etc.  Would also consider moving to a warmer area.
As far as diet, the hell with raw fruits and vegetables!  Is this not why fire was invented? I ate exclusively seafood on the cruise save for some breakfast pork.  Mussels, squid, sole, prawns, scallops, etc., with rich desserts and more coffee than anyone else on board and I feel healthier than I have in years.  The world wouldn't be two-thirds water if we weren't meant to have two-thirds of our diet come from its bounty. 



It's just possible that Spring is coming to Eastern Idaho. One can feel it
in the Sun and Sky, hear it on the Wind, see increasingly bare ground as the
snow fades into Snow Heaven.

Trying to make myself useful, I've been polishing up our huge Lair of
Hunterbear website [founded on February 14 2000] and now often drawing
between six hundred and seven hundred persons per day. That rounding out and
adding is a sort of on-going thing with the Lair.  But I have also been
working on our great Tribute which now often gets two dozen visitors per
day -- and sometimes thirty or forty or fifty.

The Tribute has messages from almost seventy individuals, plus the names of
twenty-five students from the Tougaloo College Class of 1964. [Several of
them also have messages in their own right.]  Most of the messages are
contemporary or reasonably so -- and those that are chronologically older
have the appropriate documents on file with me and also, in virtually all
cases, are on our Website as well.

Four pieces of my writing -- each with special significance -- are now
contained in the Tribute:

One is my short story, THE DESTROYERS, [virulent racism in the context of a
Northern Arizona forest fire], published in Mainstream, May 1960, picked as
one of the fifty best short stories in the United States of that year,  and
reprinted several times -- in the United States and abroad.

Another is GHOSTS, my account of my extraordinary late 2003 unique Near
Death Experience in the Sycamore Canyon Wilderness Area, which I wrote in
December 2003.  This involves my Great Journey down into and through the
vast canyon -- with significant Life retrospectives.

A third is a new addition to the Tribute:  SPEAKING AT ETHICAL CULTURE --
2003] -- involving my quite successful speaking engagements under the aegis
of the Ethical Humanist Society of Greater Chicago [American Ethical Union]
in which I traced my activist ancestral rivers:  John Gray [Ignace
Hatchiorauquasha] -- Mohawk; Michael Senn, Swiss-American immigrant; and,
for the first time on my part in a really public way, William Mackintire
Salter [who adopted my Native father]  and who was a key founder of the
Chicago Society.

MEMOIR  [2002 and 2003].  Focused broadly on my radical cowboy mentor, Frank
Dolphin of Wyoming and Arizona "and a thousand other places,"  it is
centered on my killing the Great Bear in my coming-of-age ritual in the
Sycamore Canyon Wilderness Area.  It is Frank who painted the portrait of me
at 18 which we have here in Idaho and which is on our Website.

In the material presented by Alice Hatfield Azure, much of which involves
the fine painting of me known as MICMAC MAN, I have this important note:

"I am very pleased and honored that Alice Hatfield Azure and her fine
Chicago colleagues arranged for Micmac Man to be sent to us in early March
[2005.]  It now hangs proudly on our wall, here in Idaho."

We are extremely grateful to everyone who has contributed to this great
Tribute.  Its luster will always Shine Out to the Four Directions.

And this informal note to Beba:  Mack called last night and we talked for an
hour or so.  As you know, he and family are coming at the end of this
month -- leaving Lincoln on a Saturday, going to Grand Forks, coming here to
Pocatello, and then back to Lincoln by the forthcoming Saturday.

You all need to come out here, Beba, and get back to the Cultural Roots.  We
note you ate and enjoyed lots of Escargot.  As an inducement, let me tell
you that we saw, on Sunday, a great herd of Escargots moving up in the
Hills.  Must be their Spring migration.  You could easily shoot quite a few.

Yours, Hunter Bear



The best rendition of Shenandoah -- "Across The Wide Missouri" -- is the one
which Alice Hatfield Azure [Mi'kmaq] has just sent to me via a CD with
Chanticleer [Out Of This World].  There are several fine renditions of this
ballad -- so favored by the Western fur hunters [Mohawk, Abenaki, Anglo et
al] of the first portion of the 19th century -- but, in its great poignancy
and beauty, this does stand at the very top and is super-effective in its
resonance within me.  At any general feast that has anything primarily to do
with me, [whatever its nature], I would expect this to be played.  And it
should be preceded by the other great favorite of mine, Call Of The Far Away
Hills [from Shane].  We have a great rendition of that on the CD, Way Out
West.  The Tetons are not far from here.

Meanwhile, the fine painting [of me], Micmac Man, which Alice and her
friends retrieved and sent here from Chicago looks down from our wall --
much admired.  Actually, He looks intense, sharp. [Photos of this work are
on the Tribute in three places.]

Although some rain and snow are expected this weekend, it's obvious that
spring is here.  Melting on the south slopes.

As Ever, H

HUNTER GRAY  [HUNTER BEAR]   Micmac /St. Francis Abenaki/St. Regis Mohawk



This convoluted and cunningly self-serving editorial by the Phoenix-located
Arizona Republic not surprisingly supports the recent USFS decision to
permit waste [toilet] water for snow making purposes on the San Francisco
Peaks which are just north of Flagstaff. [Once again, I myself grew up right
under those vast mountains since our home was on the far northern edge of
Flagstaff. Flag is 7,000 feet above sea level and Humphreys Peak is 13,000.]
The traditional and barely veiled constituency of the Republic is always
corporate business and, in this Northern Arizona context, it isn't the usual
Phelps Dodge Copper et al  scheming --  but the rapidly expanding ski
resort, Arizona Snow Bowl.  That was once a fairly moderate operation but
its horizons have now expanded substantially.  The use of this waste water
on the San Francisco Peaks has been strongly opposed by more than a dozen
Native tribal nations -- including the Navajo and the Hopi -- who quite
rightly see this "water" as  constituting the profaning of very sacred
places .

Years and years ago, Navajo and Hopi religious leaders took my father -- on
several separate occasions -- way up into the Peaks for the most special

The issue is far from over -- and can be expected to go on with intensity
for a long time indeed.

Among relevant points here, vis a vis the Republic's editorial, is the fact
that  a great many of the non-Indians in the Flagstaff region agree with the
tribes and Indian people generally on this issue -- and this includes most
of the businesspeople of Flagstaff itself.  It certainly includes the local
newspaper, Arizona Daily Sun which has often, over the decades, been
sensitive to Native concerns.

The Republic apparently objects to that which would inhibit the "people's"
use of the Peaks.  Well, let me tell you as an avid hunter and gun owner, I
am well aware that the Peaks have been closed to any hunting for at least as
long as I have been alive.  As well they should -- and no one in my memory
has objected to that ban on Peaks hunting.

Phoenix is a sorry spectacle [despite some very nice people] -- and an
always worsening one -- and everyone knows it.  The Republic has been
steering it into carbon copy status of Los Angeles for decades.  Now the
paper wants to mess up Northern Arizona but I don't think it can pull that
off.  Powerful Indian medicine and heavy grassroots mobilization will keep
this Predator from spreading its claws into our beautiful and special corner
of the Cosmos.

'Way back, the Republic referred to me as "Young Mr. S., head of the Arizona
State Communist Party." [That was, of course, when I was John R Salter, Jr.]
In any case, the CP had died in Arizona when I was barely starting high
school at 13 years of age.  Years after that, its old editor, a widower,
wound up in a Phoenix Episcopal retirement center in the next door apartment
to my recently widowed mother.  They became chummy, too much so, but then he
died.  I did feel sorry about that.

HUNTER GRAY  [HUNTER BEAR]   Micmac /St. Francis Abenaki/St. Regis Mohawk www.hunterbear.org
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. [Hunter Bear]
As I often say, It's critical to always keep fighting -- and to
always remember that, if one lives with grace, he/she should be prepared to
die with grace.