The lone wolf
I was born in Newport, Wash., in 1958 and lived in Laclede, Idaho, in Bonner County. My father worked for Great Northern Railway and was gone most of the time, usually in Montana. So my mom and I were a team.
Since my dad worked on the railroad, my mom could get train tickets on the cheap. Mom would drive us to the station in Sandpoint and we’d ride a train, usually east.
It was truly magical riding the trains ... . Living in Laclede, it was usually just my mom and I, unless her two sisters were around. Everyone called them the Glazier girls, but I knew better. There is this old saying: One witch is lone wolf (such as myself). Two witches is a couple. But three does a coven make.
“Listen to everything I tell you, little man, and remember everything I say,” one of my aunties would recite. They always called me “little man.” Go figure. But I knew better. We would sit outside at night if the sky was clear to look at the stars. Then my aunties and my mom would tell me the witches and shamans have always been. How the church in the burning times hung till dead or burned at the stake our ancestors for maybe what they believed or did not believe, after maybe being charged with or sentenced for heresy, treason or witchcraft.
Idaho politicians want public school teachers reading the King James Bible every day? Idaho’s becoming a police state.
Barry Hart
Clarkston
