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FWP Director M. Jeff Hagener This Thanksgiving, as you're gathered around the table about to give thanks — for good health, for loving friends and family members, for our soldiers overseas — consider adding another blessing: for living in a state so rich in wildlife. This is a state wild enough to have wolverines, after all, not to mention lynx, grizzly bears, mountain goats and arctic grayling. Few places on earth offer such diversity of both cold water and warm water fisheries — from cutthroat trout in cold mountain lakes...
The following is a sampling of news items and information bites that we , the ever-vigilant here in the Pamville Newsroom, felt compelled to share — and comment on: News agencies in the San Fransisco Bay area are reporting that a semitrailer overturned on the freeway, spilling more than 25,000 pounds of frozen turkeys onto the pavement. Though the turkeys were still contained in their shipping boxes, federal regulations prohibit stores from selling foods which have been in maj...
Take the other day, a typical day, as typical as any day can be when home base is a beach resort on the Pacific coast of Mexico. We’d eaten tropical fruit and sweet rolls, in a café overlooking the beach. Then we pulled lounges beneath the palm fronds of a palapa and watched the waves rolling, fish jumping, shrimp boats trolling by the islands, and the ferry from La Paz smoking up the horizon. That activity easily consumed a couple hours. We lamented that we have so few da...
I am what could be called an indiscriminate eater because I enjoy eating, will try most anything and have favorite foods categories from cuisine and to gut bomb. I can be equally happy with a hot meal that’s taken hours to prepare or courses to serve and, on the flip side, pulling leftovers out of the fridge and eating them cold from the container just to kill my hunger pangs. I think of it as an asset to be so versatile, and in my youth my family called me a garbage gut. They were fond of calling us kids affectionate pet n...
Lacking most signs of those qualities commonly referred to as feminine, I have been content to go through life as I started it, as a tomboy. Life would be a jean-clad and dirty finger-nailed slice of heaven if this were the end of the story. However, my constant companion, Irony, not being one to leave well-enough alone, did give me a few feminine traits, and chief among those is body image issues that plague primarily females. This problem is also called “imagined ugliness,” though I and everyone else with the problem would...
Kathy and I peeled ourselves out from under the palapa on the beach, changed into street clothing and took a pulmonia down to the Plazuela Machado. We had two things in mind. We like to experience the monthly First Friday Art Walk at least once each year to make the rounds of several favorite galleries to see what is new in the art world. Best of all, Jim Morrison and The Doors were performing at the Teatro Angela Peralta. OK, so Jim Morrison, poet, songwriter and lead...
My friend Kathy and I lounged on the beach, mindlessly watching the waves roll in. Tide was high so the waves were literally underfoot. We each had a book open but upended on our laps. “I love it the way my mind goes empty while I’m on the beach like this. It is so Zen,” said Kathy. I took 10 seconds to give her statement thought, an uncharacteristic move on my part, before I replied. “Umm hmm. Sun, surf and sand seem to have that effect. ‘Living in the moment.’ It is a state of mind we are supposed to strive to attain. It...
I’m not saying my childhood was any more awesomer than anyone else’s — certainly it had its share of dark points and failures, many of these self-induced — but my childhood had its amazing highlights that others would be hard pressed to equal or exceed. Specifically, I got to raise, care for and see up close a wide variety of wild animals. Did you get to raise black bear cubs and take them to second-grade show and tell? I think not. Even though one of them peed on a classmate’s desk, I still had plenty of playgroun...
Every house or apartment I have ever moved into had white rooms. Oh, I just remembered, that’s not totally true. One was shades of putrid pink. Sooner or later, I transformed every wall in every house with colors of my choice. Several months ago Gogi, my landlady, was sitting in my living room visiting. Gogi is Mazatleca but she spends most of the year in Sun City, California, where her daughter lives. I asked if I might paint. “Sondra, you may do anything you want,” I heard...
Americans, like humans everywhere, love holiday traditions, and a college town in New Hampshire has started a new Halloween tradition to rival any All Hallow’s Eve custom as college students and unwitting townsfolk rioted the Samhain out of the Keene Pumpkin Festival last weekend. Keene, New Hampshire, is home of the Keene Pumpkin Festival, Keene State University, and the Keene police department and their military-style armored vehicle, as well as a guy named Steven who apparently doesn’t understand the U.S. Con...
My friend Kathy from British Columbia flew in this week. For the next three weeks I will be with Kathy on holiday, staying up the street six blocks from where I have my apartment, at the El Cid Resort. Evelyn from Harlem in New York City will join us in a few days. The three of us have a propensity for getting in trouble. We don’t intend trouble. Trouble, like a heat seeking missile, finds us. As another friend says with a shrug, “It happens.” Although Evelyn, Kathy and I come from diverse backgrounds, we share a love of la...
Remember the old connect-the-dots pictures from grade school? Sometimes life-things — like connect-the-dots — don't look like much until you make the connections that form something more meaningful. 1 • For me, the worst part about writing articles for the newspaper is calling people. I’m not good with any of that initial approach stuff. And the worst of the worst is getting an answering machine. I generally hang up on answering machines and take a little time to ponder...
Laural A group of Havre residents will be putting on a barbecue noon to 4 p.m. Sunday to highlight the bond between Havre and Montana State University-Northern. The campus and the community have a long tradition of cooperation. The two mean a lot to each other. This would be a great opportunity to have a good time, eat some great food, win some prizes and tour the tremendous facilities on campus Dart The Montana University System has filed an appeal to a district court judge’s ruling that author Jon Krakauer is entitled to s...
There will be an event Sunday that we hope will be well-attended. The community is invited to a special barbecue at Montana State University-Northern. There will be games for kids, as well as balloons. There will be campus tours for all involved. People can be driven around campus on the special bus that Northern uses for the annual Festival Days parade. Tours will be offered of the major buildings on campus. Visitors will be able to see where biodiesel is manufactured and all kinds of special activities are offered for...
One of the hardest things to do is to say exactly what you mean in a way that people understand exactly what you mean. No one knows that better today than the good-intentioned people at New Jersey’s Moorestown Township Library. They tried to say exactly what they meant, only they said it in Latin, which was their first mistake. Latin is, of course, a dead language, and the dead don’t say much of anything useful. Maybe they can with a ouija board or through a spangled gypsy woman reading a crystal ball. But I wouldn't cou...
How does one really come to know oneself, in a deep and meaningful way … asks the shallowest person in the newspaper industry: me. The answer is that to truly come to know oneself, one must go shopping … says the intellectual-surface-dweller who hates shopping more than dental work, cleaning house and canned spinach — all combined. This newfound wisdom comes from recent forays into the world of pickup truck shopping. Yes, know thy shopping needs, know thyself. The shopping sta...
Halfway back from my morning walk, I reached into my pockets, all four pockets. One at a time, naturally. I’d forgotten my keys. The last thing I do when I leave my apartment is turn the lock in the doorknob. In a flash of memory I could see my keys — in the bottom of my bag — in the house. I felt a combination of desperation plus an urge to throw up. Over-reaction? Certainly. My mind was pre-occupied. A friend is hospitalized and the family is gathering. But still ... still, I felt like a fool, a silly sort of fool (rath...
Sometimes I feel crazy about my animals, really. Tuesday I spent 45 minutes riding my horse with my dog along for the adventure, then spent one-and-a-half hours cleaning mud and weed seeds off my dog. Why? Because, that was the responsible thing to do, and I think my dog looks cuter than a bug's ear with the fuzzy/wiry hair on his legs left longish. Chaps - that's what they call the fuzzy-leg look, and he rocks them like an A-list star - collect everything dirt and weed related, and they need to be cleaned frequently. His cha...
In a note to a friend I mentioned that I have lived my life in chunks. The years on the ranch. Years raising my children. Years re-covering furniture. Years in theater. Years in city government. Those sorts of chunks. Some chunks overlap. Some chunks I have tried to bury far from memory. Others I treasure. All are part of what makes me, well, me. I wonder what will define this particular chunk of my life. Lord knows, it is different from all the others. Looking back, I can find clues to what led me to decisions I made. For...
High on the list of life’s elixirs, those magical potions that bring a spark of, well, magic to food, to gatherings, to life itself, is horseradish. Yes, glorious, creamy, rip your sinuses right out of your head horseradish. What’s a roast beef without it? Just a slab of slightly pinkish, brown meat of beast taking up space on my plate and underwhelming my palate. When you have roast beast cooking away in the oven on a crisp fall-like day and nary a jar of horseradish to be...
Egads! Another hurricane. Last week Hurricane Norberto blew past, waved “hello” and left unwelcome gifts of havoc. This week, Hurricane Odile, not to be left behind, followed the same path. Fortunately, we in Mazatlan experienced only the side effects. When speaking of weather, it is a horrible thing to say we are lucky. When hail strikes the plains, one wheat farmer is wiped out and the neighbor’s fields go unscathed. Weather isn’t “fair.” Our particular neighbor is Cabo San...
I was very pleased with your recent front-page article describing the changes that have taken place at Hays-Lodge Pole School under the supervision of a new school board and a highly qualified new school superintendent, Margaret Campbell. As your article noted, the large grant the school received and innovations made at the school were greeted by a visit from Denise Juneau, the excellently qualified Montana superintendent of public instruction. Particularly, I appreciated the remarks made by Campbell and her description of...
One of the greatest tragedies to an enlightened mankind, which, as a group, develops a strong sense of attachment, is dealing with loss. This can be loss of loved ones or co-workers, loss of a home or familiar landmark, or loss of an heirloom or - worst of all - any of our precious, glorious, bountiful stuff which we accumulate in our lives. It has been a week of loss. Tragedy is stalking my house, and it's rearranging, killing and stealing my things one by one. It started wit...
Dear Richard, Across the street the sewer main sprung a vicious leak. Nasty, smelly water is burbling up, sending a gray putrid pool down the street my way. The break is right on the corner of Calle del Pulpo and Tiberon. Actually, I don't know where the break is but that is where the icky water is gushing out. Please send the guys down to fix it. With all the flooding going on, a side effect of Hurricane Norberto, I don't know when the city crew here can get to it. I would call in the break, but I don't know who to call or...
The Gods of Irony have their own random agenda, and they rarely interact, intervene or interfere on purpose with a human - unless of course, that human has horses, then they're fair game. Horses are magical creatures whose true gift is to be four-legged irony magnets. Want a personal visit from the Ironies? Just say about a horse task: "This will only take a minute." Mayhem is the only possible result. There will be running, snorting, tails flying. There will be a gate...
