Tied to the Post

“WHY IS IT SO EXPENSIVE?!” the woman almost shouted at me as I stood on the other side of the sales counter. Fortunately, she was wearing a mask that contained whatever steam she was venting. The woman was referring to an exceptional Teec Nos Pos weaving Priscilla and Rick had hung on the wall...
The last two weeks in October are the most beautiful time to be in Bluff. The temperatures have dropped and the world suddenly seems to have turned golden. Almost overnight, the cottonwood trees, which grow whenever they can find enough moisture to survive, are transformed into glorious shades of...
Recently Grange asked me to review something he had written for school. Apparently he felt my experience writing about the trading post life, Native artists, and Southwest art might prove useful. Questioning his judgment, I inquired whether he had ever actually read any Tied to the Post stories....
For the first time ever, Twin Rocks Trading Post and twinrocks.com will be offering a 30 percent discount off the listed retail price of all arts and crafts from local artists. These deductions will be good until the end of the year. Our current difficulties and the federal government’s efforts to...
As a young man, I developed a serious aversion to pulling weeds. Maybe it was because no matter how many you extracted, there were always more coming up. Whatever the reason, I hate that job and studiously avoid it when possible. The other day, I noticed I had put off attending to the ever-...
“This is the desert after all,” I thought to myself as Grange and I sped along Highway 191 North towards Salt Lake City. He and I were heading back after his stint at home during the COVID-19 shutdown, and to get there we were traversing Utah south to north. My in-class period has long since...
Not long ago, a woman from one of the nearby communities stopped by Twin Rocks Trading Post to peruse our inventory of turquoise jewelry, baskets, folk art, and Navajo rugs. As she browsed, we talked and after a time, I realized I knew her son and daughter-in-law. During our conversation she...
It was the summer of 1971, and the Simpson family was living in a mobile home behind the Plateau filling station south of Blanding. Woody, our paternal grandfather, was working in Cisco, CO clearing brush for the Nielson brothers, Connie and Skinny. Craig, Barry, and I ran the service station,...
Back in the 1950s when I was a kid growing up in Louisville, KY, just about my favorite thing was to spend Saturdays at the West End Theater double-feature matinee. For 40 cents, I could see two westerns and enjoy a small box of popcorn and a soft drink. I caught a free ride on any city bus since...
While it is unusual, at times Rick Bell and I see things quite differently. Other than the events described below, however, I can recall only a handful of occasions when we were genuinely out of sync. Rick is intelligent, reasonable, and extremely patient. Additionally, he and I are politically,...

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