You might have gathered from a couple of remarks in the November posts, that Arlene and I were out in Pocatello visiting my mother for a week, something like November 10 to 17. We got off the highway in Malad, Idaho, (I don’t know how it got its name. Maybe the first settlers were all ill when they got there?) to look for a bottle of water (to replace the water that Arlene wasn’t allowed to take on the plane.) There isn’t a lot to Malad, even though it’s the biggest town on I-15 between Pocatello and the Utah border. Arlene was wondering where the residents of Malad can do their grocery shopping, until we came to a reasonable sized market on the far side of town. Outside was a big wooden sculpture, entirely astonishing for the location:
