Drawn and given to me a few years ago by a very talented sister and has become something of a personal totem.
Her logo is cropped on the bottom and I’m not sure if it came that way when went sent to me or occurred by accident – either way I’ll be will be going through the archives to make a determination and update if need be.
In a way the letters on a weather vane are something of a anagram, depending on how you arrange them they could spell sewn or news – the purpose of the news like a weather vane is meant to inform us which the way the wind is blowing though depending on corporate ownership and political affiliation doesn’t always perform as it should.
I saw this old Buick on the Flathead rez in St. Ignatius in the parking lot of the church there – kind of reminds me of one of those cars you’d see in an old gangster movie.
Wally lived in a world almost entirely of his own construct – fearless, a shameless panderer, and the way he would cart off peanuts he must have had a major stash somewhere.
Wally would wait at the kitchen window in the morning sometimes accompanied by a friend or two for a piece of biscuit or slice of apple.
Big on scolding the hounds but would flop alongside them on the porch to join in a nap or sit on the arm of grandfathers chair exchanging pleasantries with him.
Squirrels still bark in the trees, scold and chase one another around, cadge a piece of biscuit or peanuts – fun to watch and though there are have been other notable and equally as bold squirrels there was only one Wally.
Wally had joined grandfather on a summer afternoon for what had become something of a routine nap on the porch – a few peanuts, a little talk, a scratch or two behind the ears, and then nodding off.
When grandfather awoke Wally had passed on – something that will come to all us, when it does hopefully we will be in the presence of family and friends just as Wally was.