On today’s run I went to see someone who has become a fast friend these past few months—Chief Old Bones, the last great chief of the Palouse Indian Tribe.
He has been dead many years now, but I like to stop in and ask him questions. Questions that he always answers and always answers in the very same way—with the slow steady silence of those who are all-knowing.
I ask him what he misses the most about being alive, who would he most like to meet, and what does he think about Twitter? But he remains quiet. As if to remind me that I already know enough about the world, and how he would view the way we live now, to know what he would think on such trivial matters.
He is wise.…
