About last year.

So, last year, right guys?

It was a rough stretch for a lot of folks, myself included. I won’t go into each aching detail but, for the most part, 2016 ate my lunch in more ways than one. Sure, good things happened, great things happened. But I also got bowled over more than once by the tumble cycle of life’s off-balance washing machine.

The best thing that happened last year was that I launched this podcast in March. (Yeah, also my best friend got pregnant and another best friend survived a bad experience, those were great too, haha.) As is often said: hard to believe it’s been almost a year already.

I’ve had an incredible amount of fun making the Nowhere Dispatch thus far. Towards the end of last year, I went through some unusually tough experiences that knocked me out of commission.

I am a mentally ill person. I have severe depression and anxiety disorder, among other things. One of the defining features of these conditions is that I have a tough time recovering from bad situations. So, as a result, I spent much of the end of 2016 sprawled on a couch, sucking up countless hours of daytime TV because I couldn’t handle much more than being a gelatinous blob.

One of the quirks of mental illness is that I can get really wrapped up in dark subjects. This can be handy, especially when it comes to this podcast.

In the weird, shaking dawn of 2017, I’ve found myself getting wrapped up in work on the podcast and I notice the world falling away. I’m still in the middle of some very difficult and challenging situations but working on these episodes helps me keep my feet on the ground and my head screwed on straight.

Again, and with total humility and gratitude, thank you for listening to the Nowhere Dispatch. You guys are one of the best things I’ve got going in my weird, confusing life at the moment. So I’ll keep churning out strange and creepy stories as long as you kots and koshkas keep clicking that play button.

I’m looking forward to the next episode and my one-year anniversary of the podcast. I just checked my stats after being logged out for awhile and the listener response is better than ever.

Let’s keep on wandering farther into Nowhere.

Episode 13 – The Killough Massacre

I watched a lot of John Wayne movies when I was growing up. In a lot of those old films, the Indians were the bad guys. If they weren’t the bad guys, they were often cast as the “noble savages” who practiced weird rituals and had access to mystical knowledge.

Of course, that’s total nonsense. The Native North Americans were human beings, not

Historical marker placed at the massacre site in 1965.

vicious savages or tree-hugging nature wizards. Most importantly, they were the rightful owners of the land where they lived and some groups, contrary to some historical myths, very much believed in ownership and property rights.

Anyone with a passing familiarity with U.S. and Texas history knows that Native North American groups were slaughtered wholesale by white European settlers, whether by warfare, disease or relocation. Of course, these were real people and they warred with other tribes and may have depleted their own resources as well. This doesn’t excuse the actions of the “God is with us” Europeans, obviously.

Plaque on the monument describing the “Indian” massacre.

My whole point is that there was a real conflict, a genuine struggle for survival that played out on the ground right under my feet less than 200 years ago. That’s just a few generations.

I don’t remember when I first heard about the Killough Massacre. I visited the historical site a year or two ago and I remembered it when I got the idea for this episode. I’d read some articles about the problem of Texas historical markers that portray Native Americans as savages or violent warriors who preyed on innocent white settlers.

I’m not talented, well-known or wealthy enough to take on the state of Texas and make them rewrite all of their inaccurate historical markers. But I live just down the road from one and I can tell all you Nowhere wanderers the truth about what happened one October day in 1838. Tune in and peel back the dark clouds of history.

One of the graves at the monument, damaged by time.