From the margins

A recent column on my motorcycle days put me in touch with one of the sons of my old friend Joe Emerson.

Someone had sent him a copy of my comments about his dad and of our friendship while we were both living in Palouse.

He said that his dad was in the Air Force, not the army, and that Joe was not a member of the Colville Confederated Tribes.

I had misunderstood when Joe told me of his family’s p...