So, I visited a graveyard in Butte, MT, this weekend, ’cause that’s what I do. I went looking for the graveyard of a Frank Little. Frank organized mine workers in the Northwest, including in Spokane. But when he came to Butte in 1917 – the town itself is still a vast relic to the bygone days of gold, silver and copper rushes – Little found himself unwelcome. A group of men dragged him out of his hotel in the dead of night and hung him from a rail trestle. Testament to the fact that bringing people together to demand a better life is one of the most potentially dangerous ideas to established power.

Oh, and I saw Evel Knievel’s grave, too. Huzzah!