When I moved to Missoula the first time in 1996 I hadn’t been far beyond South Carolina before. I’m not sure what compelled me to look into living so far from home or to consider going to school at a university other than my own for a semester. I was 19 and just wanted to see some place I’d never seen, I told my friends and family who were all a little perplexed. When I got to Missoula I kind of couldn’t believe I’d done it. I’d gotten in a car and come West. The mountains were white, the wind blew and this Southern girl was, for the first time, on her own. The learning curve was steep.
The other night I dreamed that Lucille was the Exorcist. Well, not the exorcist really, but the little girl whose head spins around in the movie. In my dream she chased the rest of our family around with a broken pencil and sent us, in fear, to retreat in our car.
“Seth, get in the car!” I yelled scooping up Eliza and our dog Imogene. We finally escaped to the safety of our Subaru and little Lucille stood at the window shaking her pencil at us, wearing one pink croc sandal.
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Seth grew up in the middle of a Neil Young song, somewhere on a desert highway, on a little farm in Central Oregon. The Three Sisters met him at the end of his driveway every morning, juniper and sage drifting thin in the air. [Read more.]