Every so often, Rodney Kowach is reminded of the habit he gave up more than 15 years ago. “Today, I still smell a fresh-opened can of Copenhagen and you go, ‘Oh, that smells good,’ but I know better,” said Kowach, 47, a lifelong Craig resident. He tried to quit chewing tobacco at least four times before he finally succeeded, he said. His story isn’t an uncommon one.
A few years ago, Carol Jacobson, my deceased mentor and friend, showed me an old photograph of a three-hole outhouse that once served a family in rural Moffat County. I remember wondering why a family, isolated among uninhabited acres, would need a three-holer, and I’ve continued to fret about it. Two holes I can understand: one cut smaller so little children don’t slide away into muck and consternation. But three holes could only mean a get-together, and I don’t see pit toilet as a site for socializing. I remember the outhouses from my early childhood as small, utilitarian buildings that smelled bad, not at all appropriate for enjoying the company of others — never mind appetizers and drinks.
On the Record for Feb. 16, 2012