During the past six months, retired pharmaceutical researcher Irv Cantor helped transcribe a 641-page field book written by an archaeologist traveling through 1920s China. Mr. Cantor has also logged details about early-day U.S. currency. This week, he’s making an inventory of clock orders…
Navajo Nation tourism proposal in Grand Canyon stirs controversy
The Navajo Nation hasn’t officially approved it but a tourism project in the Grand Canyon National Park is stirring controversy on and off the reservation. The $150 million Grand Canyon Escalade includes a tramway that will carry tourists to the floor of the park. The developer touts jobs and revenues that will be created by the project.
ONE DAY THERE WILL BE HORSES by Joy Harjo Your eyes peered out from the wreck Of a three-day drunk. Your eyes say good man, works with hands, Knows how to dance, believes in the good of people, And wants a chance. We talked about relationships, jobs and all the casino winners In your family: everyone but you. Ayyy itʻs my turn now. Your eyes laughed and kicked back The afternoon sun. You asked me to let you off near an overpass, north of town. A creek ran parallel to the highway. There were trees bending down To cup the winds. When I turned back to look you were walking west. Work shoes and tools over your shoulder in your broken bag. A little rain began to fall From sparse, lucky clouds. Did you find a place to sleep, And something to give your sustenance for the long night? Your eyes peer Through the dark as you sing A traveling song: One day I will be rich. One day I will have horses enough To marry you with. Hey-ya-ha Hey-ya-ho!