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My personal frugality is legendary … if you can call using an old towel dangling from three strips of duct tape as a curtain over the window in the front door a legend, rather than low-class, uninspired, white-trash slothful chintziness. Po-tay-doh. Po-tah-to. I wear clothes for a few months past the point where they are fit only for the rag bag. And notice that I make them into rags, not just throw them away. I purchase used vehicles and drive them until they die of old a...
One never knows, right? It’s one thing to plan. For example, today I mop the floors. Then a friend stops by and suggests, “Let’s go to Callecita for seared tuna and guava pie.” Are you going to be flexible? Or are you rigid in concrete, “I cannot go. I must mop my floors.” Really? Only a few more days and I will cross the heat-shimmering tarmac to board the plane from Mazatlan to Dallas to Seattle to Great Falls, Montana. Originally I planned a trip for March and April, with a...
My daughter is a Navy diver, my son-in-law is an active duty Navy SEAL, and I spent 23 years as a Navy SEAL, leading countless young men through BUDS training and commanding thousands more men and women in Iraq. I know the sacrifices our veterans have made, the incredible leadership skills they develop, and the deep love of country they harbor. In fact, that’s why I’ve hired five veterans to help lead my team in Montana and our nation’s capital. But you don’t have to be a veteran to know that as a nation and a government we a...
You ever have those days when it becomes obvious that you might have a knack for being a genius? I don’t. Well, I didn’t until one glorious day this week. It all started when I bought a bag of cheese curds at the grocery store as a snack to hold me over for the drive home to supper because, hey, who doesn’t love cheese curds and, of course, 10 minutes is a long drive when you’re really hungry. In my weakened state, the sturdy packaging thwarted all my attempts to gnaw through...
“First do no harm” — that is the physician’s creed. It is their guiding principle that means whatever the advice or procedure, the patient’s well-being is their primary consideration. Shouldn’t that same guiding principle apply to your financial professional? Shouldn’t your financial well-being be their primary consideration? Shouldn’t they have a “fiduciary duty” to you and your family? After all you’re entrusting them with your hard-earned dollars. "Fiduciary duty" may not be a familiar term to many Montanans — but it sh...
I’ve been accused more than once of being Polly Perfect or Goody Gertie Two-Shoes. “It’s your smile. You always see the bright side. You think life is always wonderful.” (Accusation often accompanied with spit.) Not guilty. Take this morning. I woke up on the down-in-the-dumps side, unaware of any obvious cause. A case of poor, poor pitiful me. My outlook black and bleak. Poet Dylan Thomas, urges that “old age should burn and rage at close of day.” This ol’ gal barely manage...
Montana’s National Forests and public lands have been a treasured part of our state’s heritage for generations. Growing up in Bozeman, I spent weekends hunting in the Bridgers, backpacking in the Beartooths and fishing the rivers and streams of southwest Montana. Cindy and I were engaged on a 10,000-foot summit in the Gallatin National Forest. The love of the outdoors is a tradition that I, like many Montanans, have been thankful to pass along to my kids. While Montanans recognize the importance of our public lands, mem...
Mosquitoes. I know, and I swore with actual swear words that I wouldn’t write about them this year, but these aren’t just any mosquitoes. These little guys are so strangely small and cunning that they were just asking for it. These are pint-sized, skeeter-gnat-ninja warrior hybrids with a stealth mode and an extra pain-to-the-ounce bite. Really, they are freaks of nature so small you can't hear their telltale hum coming at you and they can squeeze through the window screens. Yes, you read that right: There is no hope of pro...
Sky of Blue, Sea of Green; those words from the great American spiritual, “Yellow Submarine,” make me homesick for my Montana. What? Yes, of course, the song is originally English but so is much of our heritage which we call American. I like the idea of a yellow submarine bobbing through the seas of adversity. We are all in the boat, a comfort. What? Another question? Yes, indeedy, sky of blue describes Montana famously. So does sea of green. Well, sometimes it is sea of bro...
Noel Davidson died last week, and Havre lost a tremendous developer, a community leader and above all a fine fellow. Noel packed 200 years of living in his 97 years. People all over town recall Noel as the man who built their family's first home. He developed businesses ranging from the beginnings of Uncle Joe’s to Pizza Hut to Havre Rental Center. But to those of us at the Havre Daily News, he was the courtly gentleman who came to the office to chat and fill us in on news about town — always after deadline, our busiest tim...
I intend to unload some of my philosophy on you. I’ll call it the gospel (small “g”) according to me (small “m”). I am not important enough to rate a big “M.” So if you want to take this page right now and go wrap potato peelings and fish guts, my little feelings will not be hurt. What started me wading through the murky philosophical pool was a six-way conversation among women, friends, all of an age. A year ago I closed a door on a chapter in my life and opened a vast...
I would like to take this time to go on record as formally declaring that hot weather sucks. I know, that’s pretty strong language for not a very profound revelation. In my defense, though, if I were allowed, my column today would consist of the headline, my photo retouched digitally to look as if I were actually melting and these words in the largest, boldest print possible: “Hot Weather Sux.” Yes, I would abbreviate “sucks” because then I would have more room to make the...
It’s been been almost 40 years, so I should let it go, plus it’s not right to speak ill of the dead, but I'm saying it anyway: I still really, really, really dislike Farrah Fawcett for making several decades of my life miserable. I still keep a secret stash of resentment tucked away in a little fold at the back of my brain. The bottle has her name on it. It was in 1976 that Farrah Fawcett’s iconic swimsuit poster hit the stands. You know the one: red swimsuit, hot bod and t...
“Just walking in the rain. Getting soaking wet. . . People. . . stare at me. . . saying who can that fool be.” That fool be me. Gloriously, deliciously drenched. Three hurricanes this month held promise of rain and then either drifted out to sea or fizzled into nothing. Not a drop of rain in months. Then one morning, the skies burst. I waited for a pause in the downpour and headed out for a walk. A block from my casa, the sky unzipped right on top of me. I loved it. Instantly...
On May 28, the Bureau of Land Management reached a historic milestone in its effort to conserve the imperiled greater sage-grouse. The plans proposed by the BLM would protect the West’s sagebrush sea, which acts as essential habitat for the sage-grouse as well as mule deer, pronghorn and hundreds of other wildlife species. The agency has taken a big step toward balancing multiple use activities on Western public lands while keeping the sage-grouse off the endangered species list. While the sage-grouse protections are i...
In a depressing accident of birth, like big feet and a location in southern something-not-Montana listed as my birthplace, I was born without a silver spoon. I would be an awesome rich person — generous, fun-loving, laid back, definintely not uppity, a philanthropist, for sure. Of course, I would be born WITH money in my scenario. Not make it. That’s an important point here. I’ve never been much of one for actually making money. I think that has to do with the whole accident of birth thing that I don’t have that drive f...
Imagine, if you can, a world in which people in different regions spoke different languages. Yes, I just asked you to imagine reality, but let’s step that up a notch. Now, imagine having to rely on a computer program to help you communicate in the different languages. You may not know it, but I just asked you to live in a world of babbling gibberish — a world in which you are to make sense of statements like: “These are to deserve the rushes mesh Nsawin penny pony. Not from flattened cup, God created the tea bothered him o...
Envy me if you wish. My living room ceiling leaks drops the size of tadpoles. The wind stirred by Hurricane/Tropical Storm Blanca, like an angry sieve, filtered a heavy layer of grit over everything in my casa. The entire week has been muggy with temps in the nineties and air as heavy as water. Mama dove has taken her pair of baby doves, scruffy creatures, through basic flight instruction. The first day, as mama dove called encouragement, orders, from the top of a palm in the...
Pamville News The latest rumor from the Pentagon is that U.S. Armed Forces and covert operations agencies will be starting a major recruitment push in the war against Middle Eastern foes because it has become evident that the Middle East’s Achilles heel is actually the female fanny. An unnamed source on Capitol Hill has told Pamville News that, based on the latest news from Pakistan, U.S. women will be wooed like in the days of WWII to come to the aid of their country. P...
Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds reads an inscription on the James Farley Post Office in New York City, the unofficial postal creed. Maybe the creed also applies to the UPS. Although it makes no mention of tornado, hurricane, earthquake, tsunami or flash flood or volcano, I believe both delivery services strive to do a decent job. Through my own stupidity, I got tangled in a Brown Truck...
Some topics are of such great importance that they beg to be illuminated by the written word, though doing so endangers the writer’s very wellbeing. Thus it is, dear readers, I write this column at grave peril to myself because, I must say, the topic is a doozy. One of the guiding principles of my life is the need to always remain humble or, better yet, self-deprecating. If I actually made a list of guiding principles, this life lesson would be highlighted in hot pink. H...
As far as we know we have only one life to live. That suggests to me that I want to make careful choices. Of course some things are out of my control, such as the sock that went missing when I picked up my laundry at the local lavanderia this morning. It is a universal truth that washing machines the world over eat socks. People love clichés for that hint of truth. I like clichés. One I frequently hear is this: If you were on your deathbed, would you bemoan that you had not sp...
I think I can be honest here, so I'll just say right out: I should not be reading, watching, listening to, discussing, covering, or otherwise interacting with news, like the kind found on the other pages of this newspaper. No one should. No matter what my boss says. An elite 5 percent of news is just news. It informs you. It delights you. You recognize this 5 percent when your first response is something like “huh” or “Well, I’ll be …” or “oh” or even “awww.” Yeah, ...
The Guiding Light: While weather in Havre continues to be erratic, after weeks of Mazatlan perfection, Summer arrived. Each day is hot. Mucho calor. My little apartment stays reasonable with a flow of breeze most days. Summer suggests I limit my walking to early morning and late evening. Of course, at times necessity dictates I deviate from that rigid schedule. I walk home drenched in sweat. Click. Dark Shadows: Long ago at a rodeo in Roundup, I suffered a mild sun stroke....
I haven’t written about the house project lately and, while I feel a little bad about that, I have to say it’s because I’m a little shy about expressing my deep feelings this early in the relationship the house and I are building. After some of the initial anxiety, about whether or not the house and I might be a good fit and the struggles we had to get something going, we have been getting to know one another better — I don’t mean “better” better, just better. I’m not that...
