Thursday's Columns
September 11, 2025
Our
Story
by
Lawrence Abby Gauthier
ace reporter
The Westphalia Periodic News
Back home after our final road trip for 2025. We followed the Oregon Trail to Walla Walla, Washington, to spend a couple days with our friends Pat and Mary Anne. We talked about Catholicism and a certain 16th century French writer and about baseball and recipes while a beef stew cooked slowly in a crock pot out in the kitchen.
They took us around to local vineyards. We visited an historical site managed by the National Park Service where a native culture first encountered European culture centuries ago and battles were fought and ended one way or another.
Over home-cooked meals and the best local wines we talked about wars and peace. Pat’s teaching a class about peace and forgiveness at a local college and is writing a biography of the anti-war priest, Daniel Berrigan. Mary Anne takes the Eucharist to people in the hospital and visits with them when there's nobody else around.
There was smoke in the morning air from West Coast fires when we all said our goodbyes for now and hugged.
Then Culley Jane and I followed the Oregon Trail back to our home in Colorado. Our granddaughter, River Orion, had done a good job of taking care of the cats, Jordy and Jackson, who thought about it, but then decided to forgive us for disappearing the way we did and were soon acting like nothing had happened.
And now it’s time to start getting ready for another winter. There's wood to cut and split and stack. You can never have enough.
And time to write... It’s 9/11 today. I still don’t know what happened, only that no way did that last building just fall down. Are there limits to forgiveness? I don't know. I'm not a cat. I do know that.

Our friend Pat researching a hotly disputed issue: What years did Andy Pafko play centerfield for the old Brooklyn Dodgers?

Mary Anne (on the left) and Culley Jane posing in the parking lot of a Walla Walla vineyard on a hot day.in the Pacific Northwest.
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The Life of...
Darwyn Van Wye
Quinn County Lawyer,
Real Estate Broker
by
Craig Chambers
(Denver Confluence Writers)

Craig Chambers
Life's Good Again
I come home from court today, feeling as tattered and beaten up as my briefcase. I think about my day in court, what I could have said, what I should have said, and what, if anything, I can do about the court's unfavorable ruling.
When I walk into my home, the house is decorated with red streamers and ballons. My wife Amalia is cooking in the kitchen. My wife and the grand twins are having a party, though it's not a holiday. Amalia's listening to Spanish music, the house smells like Spanish food.
Amalia's singing, she's laughing, she's dancing. My identical grand twins, Annie and Abby, aged 8, are in the kitchen, leaping like giant pretend frogs. One of them, I think it's Abby, paints my nails.
Suddenly, I no longer care that a witness lied in court and the judge believed him. Life's good again.