‘My David’
A Tale of Sixteen Widows: Reno to Sacramento: 2/10/26
Her voice was soft and gentle, “I like your Haida-Clinquit shirt,” as her large soft hands touched the red imprint on the black hoody. She was very tall for a woman, having been seated in the aisle seat next to my window seat while I stretched on the platform at Reno.
“Thank you, that’s my wife’s people, the Island Haida.”
“Oh, I love native people…” she …