As a college student, Andrew "Andy" John Hope III would come to Nora Dauenhauer's office just to listen and watch her read and write Tlingit, the language of his people.
"He loved Tlingit, as I remember, and wanted to do something good for it, and make sure it continued," Dauenhauer, the scholar, said. "And in a written form."
I've collected a couple of Andy's poems over the years, thinking of them a possible lyrics. Here's one he wrote some time ago, about his youthful impressions of the news that the USSR had launched Sputnik:
In the Front yard
Of Andrew and Tillie Hope’s house
On back street
Sitka Indian village
We were looking
Up into the night sky
He was cursing
That Russian satellite
image of Andy hope by Peter Metcalfe