Jan Bono’s Blog

A lot of things are blamed on genetics, but in this case, I’m sure it’s true. I’m absolutely positive I inherited my love of word play from my mother’s side of the family. Mom and Aunt Jo were big on marking all kinds of events with rhyming-couplet poems. Holidays,...

There are over 30 miles of paved “trails” in the Wood River Valley. My friend “Idaho Steve” lives just two blocks from the longest and most used portion of this fabulous system, and I take full advantage of it when I visit.   Steve’s dog Tari likes to go along,...

Steve thinks that by calling his home a wilderness retreat he doesn’t have to mow the lawn anymore. And he’s right. Although his house is located just two blocks off the main drag of beautiful downtown Hailey, Idaho, it’s secluded enough to be a world unto its...

At nine weeks and one day, fully weaned, but having never spent a single night away from his mother, Theo came to visit his two older brothers, Alvin and Simon. It was quite an adventure, having a full complement of chipmunk-colored tabbies romping endlessly...

I met Maggie 40 years ago this September. (That’s right—Forty freakin’ years ago!) We were both attending Central Washington University (then CWSC) in Ellensburg, and both doing our classroom “Early Field Experience” in Selah, a small community about 35 miles south of...

With four kids, we always needed a big car. We had station wagons in 1957, 1963, and 1971. We often took off for the weekend, towing a camp trailer loaded to the hilt with fishing gear and sleeping bags, and with a 14-foot boat perched on the top of the car. In our...