CrowMac Creek

No one has ever needed to get to CrowMac Creek more than me. Howard has allowed me to take care of some financial details as long as I keep my hand in writing. I haven’t done that either, but fifty-three years of friendship has its privileges. Never-the-less, I want to check in at the Chronicle and desperately need to spend some time at the cabin. I think I’ll invite Sue and Jim Haynes for a visit. It will get them out of Phoenix and I can share some of the crazy story I’ve been writing. Maybe I can run up the trail to Strawberry with Cheyenne. I know she’ll enjoy that.

            Though I have been unable to get back to CrowMac Creek, The CrowMac Creek Chronicle has been running in high gear. With everything that is happening in politics, a newspaper must meet a host of challenges, acquiring new, fresh and honest news, writing articles, editing, printing and delivery.             Howard certainly has his hands full, so he asked Michael Kangi, his US and regional reporter, and Isaiah Renkin, the local writer into his office.       Michael, Isaiah, come in here for a minute.             The reporters walked cautiously into the office, and Howard motioned to close the door. Isaiah and Michael took the two chairs in front of the desk and waited nervously. Howard took the time to give each reporter a two second glare and began.       “What do you think of our news lately?       This was obviously a rhetorica...