The Sad Tale of Willie Keil
You never know what you’ll find on the trail. Heading down from the Palouse country of Eastern Washington, I happened on the grave of one Willie Keil, a fellow who had one of the longest and strangest journeys to final rest that I’ve ever heard tell. Young Willie died right before his father was to lead a wagon to the Promised Land. Reluctant to leave his son behind, he put young Willie in a coffin, covered him with whisky, and headed west with Willie at the head of the wagon train. Story goes that Willie saved the lives of the party several time when the group encountered Native Americans. They laid Willie to his grave near the town of Raymond, Washington on the way to a town called Menlo. Some years later, his father moved on with his people, leaving Willy alone in the end. He’s still there.
Partners, you may not be inclined to believe me. So here’s the best account of this most remarkable tale:
http://www.beacon-christian.org/WeidumKeilArticle.pdf
That same day, I heard about another journey about to take place, perhaps not as amazing as Willie’s, but resonant in the American West right now, where oil prices mean lost jobs and severe economic hardship. This circumstance has some folks heading back in the direction from whence their people came.
Came to know this tale when ordering up some food in a local diner. I asked the waitress how gas prices were affecting the area. Real bad. Lost jobs and housing foreclosures. She said that oil to heat her house had gone to $500 a month. She and her husband abandoned the house and moved to her folk’s place. Next month they’re driving to Montana where they’ve heard there are jobs. I’d imagine she’s in her mid-twenties.
Left a big tip. Wished her good luck. Headed to my 4x4, the one with the Obama 08 sticker on the back, and hit the trail. Didn’t see a single Obama sticker up in that neck of the woods. Talk up there is about how McCain is going to drill right away in Alaska and gas will get back to 2 dollars in a year. I wish I were making this part of my tale up, but I ain’t.











