Letters to the editor July 22

Not the same town

This transient town

With train sounds like a quake

Those who know don’t question

Instead we comfort a new face

With the furrowed brow and Glacier pin

Feeling the rumble ripple under

These old shotgun buildings

Tied together by railroad tunnels hidden

Beneath our feet as we drink coffee and

Remember when couches in the shop were enough

Where we could visit as we listened to the music

No need for this knick knack tourist wack

No, this town won’t fall down this time

But every rattle creates a new crack

A ghost of stumps on the lake

A warning that history always repeats

As a worker finishes the third shift

Returning home to a sign that says

The highest bidder is moving in

The time has come to pack your things

Wipe your tears and your sweat

The quake that shakes but doesn’t break

Spirit of the ones that have seen

Still remember and still hear

The siren at night calling the kids in

Now it’s just a reminder

Of the times that had been

—Sara Mushel, Whitefish

Stop the madness

It’s hard to ignore and not care about what’s happening every day to my, our, country when I know what’s going on will have permanent results.

The uncontrolled, massive invasion of thousands and then millions of illegal immigrants at our southern border is crazy and chaotic...