The spirit of Whitefish lives on

I was happy to read in the Sept.16 Pilot that the curfew siren will sound again when the new City Hall is completed.

When I was in grade school and living on Lakeside, wherever I found myself at 10 p.m., whether walking from town or playing hide-and-seek (the base being a light pole on the corner of Washington and Woodland), the curfew meant it was time to hurry home. 

I have been lucky all my life, not the least of which was growing up in Whitefish. I will be lucky in death because at 10 p.m. each night my ashes, within my grandson’s pitching-wedge distance from North Course 10th tee box, will know that haunting sound. As long as we have the curfew, the spirit of Whitefish lives

— Larry Rooney, Whitefish