The True West

 

In my life I have seen the true west and I'm not so very old.  I remember an old train station in Gooding, ID with the coal stove and everything.  I remember the hollow sound of the board floors and the smells.  I remember the old grain elevator towns, dust and heat and silence.  

Train rides through the sleepy desert dark and the mysterious sky and horizons.  

My father's father ate with Sitting Bull.  Its not so very long ago.