And I'm off! Three-week hiatus on blogging, though probably some occasional updates.

hah! Take that, you pesky redskins!

Off to visit Pall Nancy and the girls in Boulder, then FWIW’s New Mexico correspondent and then, maybe, Bill Clinton’s birthplace in Arkansas. All via a side trip to S.D.’s Bad Lands and the Montana to revisit Custer’s Last Stand, which I haven’t seen since 1963 — even at the tender age of 10, I’d read enough about the Indians and their treatment, and Custer’s foolhardy recklessness, that I knew he had it coming, but it’ll be fun to go there and pretend otherwise. (As a side note, great grandfather John Caldwell might well have never made it out alive from the Civil War had it not been for Custer. Captured at the Battle of Cold Harbor, Coldwell was being held with several hundred other prisoners at a train depot, waiting to be shipped to Anderson Prison, when the then-23-year-old General Custer rode up, blonde locks flowing, and in the company of his troopers, routed the rebels and freed the prisoners.

So I’lll give him that.)

Will I do some house hunting in Wyoming? Montrose? Who knows? This may be the last time citizens are free to wander about the country without pre-approval from the government.