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Lincoln sculpture park: Preserving the past with art

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LINCOLN—A “House of Sky” is just one of the vivid art installations a visitor comes upon in the “Blackfoot Pathways: Sculpture in the Wild” in Lincoln.

There is also a genuine historic tepee burner from a nearby mill; a “Hill and Valley” landscape formation made from newspapers; a bulky frame-like statue of entangled spruce branches bound in a wood and metal frame; and a mammoth gateway of downed ponderosa pines, engraved with poetry, overlooking a golden fantasy village. Continue Reading →

Telling hard truths a good step in putting racism to rest

Kids

Editor’s note: Adrian Jawort helped organize the Native American Race Relations and Healing Symposium, a daylong series of panel discussions scheduled for Aug. 22 at the Billings Public Library. A companion piece, with a schedule of events, by co-organizer Russell Rowland, is published below. Click here to see it.

Aurelia Brien Jawort is a bright and reserved Crow and Northern Cheyenne girl (with a quarter of German blood via her grandpa on her father’s side) who just graduated from kindergarten. She has lived back and forth between Billings and the Crow Indian Reservation. Continue Reading →

At Your Service: Beautiful people, an upbeat message

Word

Word of Life Fellowship, 1737 King Ave. W.
Service: 10 a.m., Sunday, Dec. 7, 2014
Length of service: 1 hour, 8 minutes. Length of sermon: 26 minutes.

I was a little nervous on my way to the Word of Life Fellowship. Having checked out the church’s website, I had been struck by the dauntingly handsome staff members pictured there. Would they scorn me as too old, too unattractive? Continue Reading →

Prairie Lights: Let’s not allow yahoos to redefine ‘dive bar’

Freeway

When I lived in Anaconda, Red’s was a good dive bar. Strong drinks, cheap beer and a pool table in the middle of the main room. The jukebox had more than a few Merle Haggard songs.

The bartenders may have been too kind, though. They’d give you a free shot of Jack Daniels with every other beer. I hated to say no to a free drink and have the bartenders think badly of me, so sometimes I’d go over in the corner, next to the jukebox, stand in profile to the bartender and toss the drink over my shoulder. Continue Reading →