The lost choir

Waterton Lakes roadYo Ivanhoe! at the Rake Today creates marvelous original snippets of writing, like this gem:

At a dusty roadside stop somewhere in Montana, where there was a statue of the Virgin Mary and vases full of bleached, plastic flowers, an old man, who was leaning against the front of a pickup truck and having a smoke, pointed with his cigarette towards the range that ran all the way down the valley and addressed one sentence to me:

“A choir’s rumored to be lost in them mountains.”