THE LAWSON’S PEAK BOOKS

Savages

The Northern Arapaho tribe in Wyoming was granted permission by the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service to kill or capture and release two bald eagles a year for ceremonial purposes.

Quite a backlash ensued, and in most cases for understandable reasons. As a Native American-descended man, I have to say I do not agree with the decision.

Neither does the Eastern Shoshone tribe, which shares a reservation with the Northern Arapaho.

What gets me though is the comments following the stories on the news web sites. Here’s a broad sampling, and all are reprinted exactly as posted:

“hit em where it hurts. Boycott the Indian Casinos! They are all tacky anyway. That is were their Indian welfare comes from. If you don’t spend money in the casinos, they will have to get real jobs and wont have’t time for their drunken religous ceremonies”

“These people call us savages?? They are dismally lost in the cave dweller age believing the bears and the birds are their masters… Wake up and smell the eagle burgers…Their only GOD is the dollars they get from the dumb Americans in their casinos.”

“WHAT’S NEXT? KILLING THE CHILDREN? And they have to kill it outside . . . → Read More: Savages

Goodbye, Davy Jones

The surprise death of Davy Jones last week left baby-boomers and some beyond that generation, like me, a little depressed.

The former Monkee was only 66. Now, when I was 20 years old, 66 seemed ancient. At 47 now, it don’t seem so old at all.

I was a kid when the Monkees hit big, America’s answer to the British Invasion that started with the Beatles. I love the Monkees. They were funny, the music was cool and when they made their comeback in radio back in the late 1980s, it was even cooler.

Anyone who grew up in the 1960s through 1970s and loved rock and roll music can never forget the groovy melodies the Monkees gave us. “Daydream Believer,” “Last Train to Clarksville,” “I’m A Believer” and “Pleasant Valley Sunday.” No, maybe they were a far cry from John, Paul, George and Ringo…but the Monkees had something special all their own.

Ah, makes me feel old, though. By gosh, there’s only two surviving Beatles! Gerry Rafferty’s gone, so is Dan Fogelberg, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Dwayne Allman, Jim Croce, Mama Cass, Freddie Mercury, Brad Delp, Ronnie Van Zandt and so many more.

Of course, every generation goes through . . . → Read More: Goodbye, Davy Jones