My buddy Raymond Pert has quite a piece up at his place. (Editor's Note: scroll down to Sunday Scribbling: Solace) Now Raymond is a guy I don't know, have never met and don't have much in common with--except that we both grew up in North Idaho at the same time. He from a different community than me but yet we share enough similar vignettes of childhood that when he talks, I can hear the truth. I hear the truth of my childhood and how I grew up and about the people that were there and how it tasted, smelled and sounded. I never miss his blog and do miss his blog when he's not around because it's authentic. Raymond is authentic and not always funny, philosophical, contemplative, nor positive. But he is authentic and does a damned fine job of being authentic. This is a piece I did early on in my blogging tenure and it speaks to our cultural heritage as children of North Idaho. Do NOT neglect to click on the picture to enlarge it. The real beauty is in the details.
Enjoy. And please don't be afraid to come back.
The 'Kan EWA