Farewell, sweet little Whitefish

Good-bye sweet little Whitefish town, known for its wonderful down-home feeling and sense of community.

Good-bye Big Mountain ski resort, known always for its simple quaintness but incredible runs. And good-bye to your great name. It was a good one.

Hello progress. Hello greed. Hello arrogance.

Oh, and we can't forget that spiffy little gun club soon to open up on Farm to Market Road. It's such a fine addition to the environment out there. All that concrete over those natural springs, and that constant, daily, intrusive, shooting noise most months of the year.

I guess if a person has a lot of money and makes a big deal of giving it away or investing it to create a top-notch tourist town, then that person earns the incredible privilege of doing whatever they want, to whomever they want, however they want to do it.

Doggonit, say it isn't so. Good-bye sweet little Whitefish town. And good-bye to my lovely little serene homestead on Farm to Market Road. I will miss you both terribly.

Betsy Capon

Whitefish