For those back home

You are the reason we are coming home, because frankly we like it here.
It is especially easier to live here now that the ruling Lord of Catan’s citadel crumbled during our third try this trip.
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My settlers leave a message in the sand
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His leave theirs

If you play against me, know that I play very single-mindedly. This go around it was to build until I hit the wheat port since I was working on a Wheat Empire.
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The Strong Arm of the Wheat Empire, the Crimson Pants (Jeremy, there’s that ‘Pants/Star Wars joke’)
I continued to send the thief into the other wheat regions to find Crutchy selling papes and wheat on a corner and to beat him. Mercilessly. “Open the gates a seize my foot on your throat.”

Lots of fun with the cousins:
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We took the Charlotte light rail to Imaginon, the combination of a community theater and a library. Since both were struggling, they fed each other and now it’s amazing.
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Woo, Mega Libraries! The only downfall? Even though they did have a Smash Bros. tournament going on, they didn’t have Ally Carter for the family to check out. Same with the first couple books of every series (Among the Hidden, Princess Diaries) Still a tres cool library, though.

This last part is for Gavin: Things associated with rails from today
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Yeah, that’s their backyard

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Go find the dog in the backyard. Ever see Chevy Chase’s Funny Farm?
Yep. And there’s also a distinct lack of stucco/adobe/mud houses.
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We’re staying in a basement that is larger than our original apartment my wife and I had when we first got married. It’s been a great retreat for me. Lots of journaling/Vanguarding going on.
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And the notorious uncle is still Lord of Catan. His citadel (blue) was mighty. My sheep empire (yellow) was just in its infancy when the Ore Baron crushed my wife’s Road to Nowhere (red).
I’m starting to develop a twang. My oldest is developing other rogue-ish abilities:
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Lots of fun in the outdoors:
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My youngest has a fun cousin to play with, too:
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Being entertained by my oldest
Although we should cut back before the flight on her General MacArthur corncob pipe:
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Just so you know, North Carolina has Princess Parking:
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Her cousin and her are having fun dressing up in frilly dresses and driving monster trucks. Did I mention that we’re in the South?

Other nerd news:
I will be watching Heroes hours before you mere West Coasters even dream of the show. I should make some “predictions”. And then next Monday I, too, shall have my powers stripped. But I will say this: our basement apartment has an HD big screen TV.

And the iQ, the 56 mpg Toyota? Yeah, it’ll be a Scion.

Waking the Souls of Suburbia

I went to Renaissance Bible Church today in Charlotte, NC.

Uncle Bobby lead worship. He sang a song that he wrote. By the end of my stay here, my goal is to have it recorded and put online.

Pastor Brian preached on Matthew 5 and 6 and connected it very appropriately to a community where the majority of the congregation works for Wachovia or has dealings with Lehman Brothers.

Worry has taken on a new face.

What’s funny is that the majority of the time our worries are not the same that we had last year (or even a month ago). He started out the sermon running on a treadmill. Worry is like a treadmill where you expend energy but don’t go anywhere. He also hooked us with photos of people who work stressful jobs:
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Stressful lifestyles and anxiety break us down.

When you take into consideration the people that Jesus was talking to (if you couldn’t afford to pay taxes there was no bailout, there was jail) it’s great that he reminds them of who made them.

The creation story in Genesis 1 is a poem that crescendoes with God’s treasured creation: us. If we read it as simply a scientific proof we lose the love.

I’m going to help Bobby figure out the new audio recorder that he bought and hopefully we can get the new sermon audio online. Also, remind me to show you his MacBook screen fix.

Kickin’ my shoes off and sittin’ a spell

In a surprising turn of events, I’m enjoying the South.

To my family: Yeah, I know.

But it’s tough to not enjoy North Carolina. The weather is amazing here. (Little bit of rain, 75 degrees)
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This is one of the houses we visited today.
This is not officially a road trip, but I figure I’m not going to have enough plane trips to warrant a new tag.

The plane trip with two little ones was a little bit more stressful than just flying with my wife, but my wife did an amazing job of packing (using a straw and Ziploc bags for that vacuum-seal) and we were able to take everything carry-on (so we didn’t get fined for having to check luggage).

The TSA search is more intense than the last time I flew. Maybe it’s because I now had a laptop bag and diaper bag.

Or maybe it’s because I’m huge and everything I own takes up its own bucket.
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I’m disturbed that I have to consider which is more of a hassle: stripping off a belt in a crowd or trying to hold my pants up in the airport.

I was pretty impressed with the security (including the Star Trek computer telling me to not leave baggage unattended or how carrying the bags of a stranger is punishable by bat’lething)(sword of honor…how quaint).
I was impressed until I saw how easy it was to just ride your bike up to a plane.
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“Gotta get to Hometown Buffet.”

It was the first plane ride for both daughters.
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“We’re going to fly ABOVE clouds?!”
My oldest did very well. She waited to vomit until we got into my uncle’s SUV.
My youngest slept for a little bit until the captain came on the loudspeaker to tell us about the Phillies game. (She slept one out of the three hours of the flight. I did get to watch most of The Incredible Hulk during that.)

We flew stand-by. We got bumped from the first flight, so we waited for a second one and got one. Our seats were in three different rows (18B, 19B, 20B…woo, middle seats! People want those, right?) The flight attendant said for my oldest to sit with me and they’d re-assign the passenger to another seat. A woman came up, demanded her seat, and cried because she needed a window seat. My oldest watched and I had my daughter move up on her own. A guy who came later said that he’d trade with my daughter. Thank Jesus for nice people. My wife, daughters, and I all got a row together. (The other person who was supposed to be next to me didn’t show. Provision.) This worked out really well so that when my wife and oldest went to the bathroom, my youngest had two seats to climb around and jump on, laughing at the window.

We’re here, we’re loving it. I guess there’s a big race down the street from where we’re staying. Last night you could hear the engines all start up at the same time. It’s good to see they reserve a place for campers.

Keep checking back for more updates and photos of southern hospitality. (Did you know people actually SIT on their porches here? Crazy East-coasters.)

I almost forgot. The North Carolina airport has a huge BBQ restaurant. I also was lectured by the woman behind me on how Arizona lacked in tea and that North Carolina had the best sweet tea.
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There’s an entire row of rocking chairs in case the moving sidewalk is too much for you.

A Scion Driver’s Guide to Yuma

When visiting the serene Yuma, here are some items to consider:

  1. The whole community gets involved with the football games.
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    They have the police do donuts (is that irony I smell?) in the football field with a giant prison break siren wailing. To make it even more realistic, the announcer lady (who I swear is from NPR…the shows that are on at 3am) lectures the crowd about how showing loyalty can be declared through good sportsmanship and not starting fights. Yeah, let’s name the team the Criminals. Real positive role-modeling, district board.
  2. Actually, the band is the least involved in the game. After the half-time show, they check out for a rave:

    Did you ever see Matrix 2: Reloaded, where they have that giant, muddy dance scene for 15 minutes? To be fair, we used to check out for 3rd quarter, as well.
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    Do you remember T-Ball? Same type of visitor’s stands. They have fireworks, neon signs, sirens…but they prioritize based on how many people would actually make the road trip out there.
  4. Not all of the cheerleaders go on the road trip, either. You may have to bring your own:
  5. Everyone was very nice and welcoming, especially the band boosters.
  6. My only complaint? Make sure that when you approach Ave 36E, turn off the outside air to your car (Greeley Dr. Pepper up the nose level of stank) and circulate what you have. And please, don’t do like we did and start circulating once the stank had already penetrated the car.
    I put up a warning for people:
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Barbarian’s Guide to Places to See While in the Flagstaff Area

Attention all once and future denizens of Flagstaff!

A group of my friends are going to be staying a while in Flagstaff as tourists. Which locations would you recommend as fun/must-see locales? (I think we can all benefit from the shared knowledge/nostalgia. Hey, we might even make a Knol…Meh.)

Mike and Devin – You’ll be glad to know that ResLife has a Facebook group for incoming freshmen. Funny stuff.

Here are my recommendations -
This list is far from complete and is in desperate need of comments.
The Booyor Honor Tour:
Tinsley Hall (44) – Freshmen year, Cowden Hall (38) – Sophomore year (the Year of the Shinai), Sechrist Hall (42) – Junior year (the RA year), and Cowden Hall again when Devin rescued me from Sechrist AND Tinsley in a daring ploy involving a wheelbarrow and a holocaust cloak senior year

Breakfast:
The Place (Mike and Rhonda’s)

Lunch:
Crystal Creek Sandwich Company

Dinner:
Wings at Granny’s Closet
Black Bart’s (employs mainly NAU choir performance majors for a rousing rustler review)

The Big City-type Stuff:
Target
Harkins

The Outdoors:
Oak Creek Canyon (driving from Flagstaff to Sedona using 89A)

Lava Tubes
Lowell Observatory
Snowbowl
Meteor Crater
Lake Mary/Mormon Lake (It’s a lake. Great for campfires and cookouts. Not too many laser shows, though.)
Sunset Crater
Walnut Canyon

What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t mention Tamara and Jason’s Places of the Heart, to give artists’ take on places/events of interest in the 86011. (Jason made the site, Tamara (who was in my honors classes and shared many a campus walk with me) is the curator.)

Any map errors we here at the bloggh attribute to Google error. I mean, who are we to give directions?

Fishing and the Hoover Dam

Although it’s not as cool as Frog-Mania, I guess, I went fishing yesterday with my brother and my dad. We caught my thumb, some kelp-type things, and a whole lot of nasty glares from some schools of fish. It was cool to be reeling in the lure (which looked so much like a tiny fish I forgot sometimes) and then see these silhouettes emerge from the murk that is Lake Pleasant. One even got so annoyed at the lure that it zipped up, flailed and thrashed, and then disappeared.

Even though I was on the shoreline, I still jumped back. We had previously seen some giant yellow-orange fish’s mouth slash out of the water and disappear quickly. My brother guesses megalodon. I’m guessing a Tagruato creature. My dad thinks bass.

While we didn’t fish at Hoover Dam, here are some pictures from the last day of our road trip.
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They know how to party at The Dam.
Here’s where we waited for a criminal to be apprehended while the entire dam was shut down:
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Winged Figures of the Republic. Here’s what the artist has to say about it:

Hansen said the 30-foot bronzed statues represented “that eternal vigilance which is the price of liberty.” Perched on six-foot-tall cues of gleaming black diorite, Hansen’s figures flank a 142-foot flagpole. In front of this array he placed a terrazzo star map depicting the celestial alignment from that site on the evening of September 30, 1935, the day President Franklin D. Roosevelt dedicated what was then called Boulder Dam.

Hansen also created the nearby bronze plaque memorializing the 96 workers who died during construction of the dam. An inscription proclaims, “They died to make the desert bloom.”

I wonder if there’s more to the story…

Alien Egg Bonus

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Isn’t the Alien Egg Bonus when the facehugger comes out and then you end up with fatal gastrointestinal problems?

Yeah, I guess that does describe Vegas. Carry on.

Vegas was the final night of our trip (although I’ll put up photos of Hoover Dam and its “Damboree” later) and actually was kindof fun. You go into it knowing that people’s nude rears and ads for “Make money starring in special videos” will be all over the place, you just don’t realize how much. Even so, there was fun to be had by a family.

We stayed in the Stratosphere.
Stratosphere
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This is from the 107th floor (we decided to not go up to the roof with our kids).
Those hotels are tall. We’re just taller. (Nothing wrong with that.)
Each hotel has a casino and each casino has tons of shows. (John Heffron has an act going, but we had the kids.) Our hotel had the American All-stars show. The Elvis looked like the King of Queens guy. The other live show was naked vampires. Even though it’s an “over 18″ show, I guess the casino thought it was cool to show it repeatedly on Jumbotrons.

We decided to skip the shows. We went to Roxy’s Diner instead.

It’s a 50s diner designed for families, old people, and people from other countries who want to experience “authentic Americana”.

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Suzy Q was our waitress but Jughead was the one to do the live performance. Yeah, he’s wandering (irony abounds!) and cleaning tables while he actually sings. It’s a lot like Ed Debevic’s.

Vegas tries to play on trademarks without breaching copyright:
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“No! This looks nothing like Toy Story!”
and sometimes when they have the copyright, it’s kindof reaching:
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Everywhere is constantly monitored:
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(I’m sure they appreciated the flash of the camera in the security room.)

Oh, and there’s a pirate ship.
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Cross Country to FBWDCAB: Bison Have Right of Way

It turns out that Cross Country has had some interactions with said el bisonte:

“Hey, kid! Gimme all your banjos!”

Any beast that has a goatee is tough. This is why we don’t walk into dark alleys in Montana. Or mess with David Crowder.

Mom Cross is the Boss of Brave Bison Photos.

In Montana there are limited stop signs. This is one of them.

Yellowstone Update: Crazy stuff going on.

In which I fuel a love like a Cenex refinery

Before I get to other people’s obsessions, here’s mine:
Wall-E has some Cloverfield-esque viral marketing with BnL. Also, EVE was designed by Senior VP of Industrial Design from Apple. And I guess Wall-E boots up with the Mac chime. I am very excited to see it.

Okay, for those Apple TV users to remain nameless:

We have a whole Flickr stream for you.

I think you should know that when our journalistic integrity is on the line, we see no boundaries.

(I’m cool with the mayor.)

Lessons Learned in Big Sky Country (not to be confused with NAU)

Bison Photos to Date: 4
Exhibit 1
Exhibit 2
Exhibit 3
Exhibit 4

I have been called many things on this trip: Tall Drink of Water, Slim, “Mom, look at how huge that guy is!”, BWDCAB (much props to my FBWDCAB).

I have also learned many things on this trip.

  1. Tall = Stares
    Homemade Motorcycle = Claps
    Tall Man on a Homemade Motorcycle = I’m My Own Flippin’ Fourth of July Parade

    This thing is made of car mufflers, armchairs, and awesomeness. My cousin-in-law is a genius. He gets swarmed with people asking him for Ace of Cakes autographs.
  2. No one messes with Lucy
  3. Concert by the river? Beautiful

    Concert Worse than Karaoke in a Cage Downtown? Not Beautiful
  4. Fighting Bison? Cup of Gravy!
  5. There can be only 3 Scions in the town of Laurel at any given time. Town ordinance.
  6. Trains do entrap Laurel, even if you’re late.

    (Two trains in this photo.)
  7. This is the plate du jour in Montana.
  8. This is the hottest garage in Montana.
  9. This is the quintessential sportscar of Montana.
  10. No matter how cute, daughters-of-cousins-in-law need to still have driving instruction. Especially in the Scion.
  11. Family, no matter where they live, are great.



    (More family photos to come.)
  12. And my daughter can turn any placemat into a work of art.

Now to tackle the open road once again. Here’s hoping that the kids do just as well returning home. Tomorrow’s stop? SLC. After that? Vegas. Imagine the irony.

To appease the AppleTV users, all of the photos uploaded today are on Flickr. Search for photostream booyor (comin’ out of nowhere).

Freedom From


Constraints
My cousin-in-law Paul is an artist. An amazing artist. He does abstract as well as sculptures. Giant bronze sculptures (they’re all the rage in the Northenlands). You drive around Laurel and its his stuff (restaurants, parks, cabooses (caboosi?)). Very cool. I’ll have to snap a few more pics. But if you want to hire him out, I can get people the contact info.

Lameness

Remember the boot scoot I was anxious about?
It’s called a Street Dance and it happens every July 4th. It was more of a Street Stand Around Fall Down. No square dancing, just a lot of squares. And they weren’t hip.
Tedium

Once all of the July 4/Independence Day/Laurel’s 100th Birthday slows down, I’ll put up some photos of explosions and more of parades and cute kids.
Time

Nice ironic post, Slade my brother.

Gotta go back in tiiiiime!!
And Mike, here’s your Back to the Future parody.

Little Bighorn – Not quite as somber

So I was all, “Wow. God is merciful for keeping us alive and we are all his children and when will truth reign and how long must we sing this song” and all that.

And then I saw this:


I thought Vafer, Futile Ohm, and J would appreciate the typography of it all. Yes, the monument is about a sad event, but come on! Did you start chiseling and not leave enough room? At least you didn’t tilt your writing going up the side and getting smaller.

This one’s for Mike and Slade:

I know that it was a massacre and all, but there’s no need for name-calling.

And this one’s for the Group:

To the one who was entrusted bison and the bison were handled shrewdly, it was multiplied tenfold bison. In a tourist handbook.

Little Bighorn



June 25, 1876 – Just an hour’s drive from Laurel, Montana is Little Bighorn Battlefield. Very somber place. (Well, duh.) In the 1980s a brushfire leveled most of the grass and more remains were found. Each little white or red marker represents where a corpse was found before it was “reinterred”.

Here’s Last Stand Hill. This is the place where Custer and the 7th Cavalry shot their horses for cover and dug in. Notice the large cluster of markers. The one that has the black faceplate is where Custer fell. In 1877 the officers were moved to different burial grounds, Custer being moved to West Point. In 1881 the enlisted men were buried in one mass grave. (200+ soldiers)

This one’s for Merri and Joelle. The horses are honored, as well.

This is Crow’s Nest. Custer’s encampment saw a small group of Lakota, Sioux, and Cheyenne appearing to be undefended by a large warrior force. Thinking that they were on the move, Custer seized the opportunity.

The village in this valley next to the river was the target.

My wife and I wondered why there were so many markers way off on another hill. This was the location of a final retreat by Benteen, with his supply lines, being wiped out as they run.

This place didn’t sit well with me. There are no heroes here. There’s a lot of dead people here. Why? Grant? Sitting Bull? Defending a way of life? That’s what it says on the tribal markers, but it just says “U.S. Soldier 7th Cavalry Fell Here” on the Union markers. What else can you put on a marker? “Just following orders”? “Defending a different way of life”?

It’s also a national cemetery, like Arlington. Not every soldier here died in Little Bighorn, but wow.

My oldest daughter? She recognized grave markers like when Grandpa Bob passed away, but she also enjoyed the fact that there were fields of God-made flowers.

I can’t imagine having a young daughter and seeing people fall dead loudly in my encampment. I also can’t imagine my wife reading a letter delayed by months concerning my death, with “humblest regrets”.

This July 4, I’m thankful for a freedom of a way of life and staying alive.

We hoped for peace but no good has come, for a time of healing but there was only terror.

- Jeremiah

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.

- Jesus

An interview with the mayor


(Yes, my shirt does say “I’m blogging this.”)
I set up an official site for the town, but I felt like my daily readers might appreciate the article in RSS format.

Here’s the article:
One Hundred Years of Small Town, U.S.A.
On June 30, 2008 I had the privilege of sitting down to chat with Mayor Ken Olson. Coming from a big city, I was surprised that he was able to move around his schedule to accommodate me. The position of mayor in Laurel is not a fully paid position. Mayor Olson also works in the refinery as a welder, so he is able to understand the situations of many of his constituents within the 1.9 square miles of his town. He also had leadership modeled for him since his father was also mayor of the town.

On August 8, 2008 the town of Laurel will celebrate its centennial. The following is an excerpt from my conversation with Mayor Olson about the changes in Laurel, my text in bold.

What would you say is the best part of Laurel? What are you most proud of?
That question was asked to me when I was running for office. I thought a little bit about it and the answer that I came up with is its people. The people are very down to earth and giving people. They seem to have an inner pride in the community and they always extend themselves. It’s always good to be able to represent something that you really hold as a value. The citizens of Laurel I’ve always valued.

What sets Laurel apart from a larger community?
The idea that we have that small town atmosphere that everyone appreciates. We have the willingness of community to step outside. We certainly have a strong heritage of people but we’re changing and the change is being accepted pretty well.

What are some of the major changes that have happened in Laurel since 1908?
The primary thing would be that Laurel was brought into existence as a confluence of Yellowstone and Parks Fork. The big area of railroad was supposed to be Park City and Park City decided that they didn’t want to have the railroad. The powers that be brought the railroad to Laurel. I’m not sure which year that was, but that was a big change for Laurel. As we move forward, the next big change is the building of the Cenex refinery. It’s brought a lot of good paying jobs and good people. It’s been a steady partner with the city of Laurel for quite a few years and its been a good business. I think with the advent of the adoption of the new high school and middle school has brought a lot of people to recognize that this is a great place to have your kids educated.

The selling of the MRL track to Montana Railways saw 150-200 employees leave the immediate area and Laurel was going downhill due to a lack of people. But then people started coming back in and those that were left with the railroad were being replaced by people who were going back and forth to Billings. This went on for quite a while.

The last two big changes: of course, the bringing in of Wal-Mart brought in a business area. In addition, the refinery adding on a coker in a million dollar project will bring in stability and good paying jobs to Laurel for years to come.

The trains are a big part of the community. You’ve got the Laurel Locomotives high school team and all that. Have you heard of the Don Quixote Project?
Yes.

How would you describe the Don Quixote Project?
Well, it’s a project that Doug’s taken on that has some validity because places like Missoula have crossings that have been because of the amount of work being done. I am afraid I don’t have the background that Doug has into it. I know there’s legal aspects but I’m not up to speed on it. But I know it’s his project and he works hard and I know there’s a lot more work to do on it because it’s very involved. There’s a lot of activity as far as getting people and businesses together to see if they can improve the situation. There’s a lot of factors.

Yeah, because you want the trains coming.
The noise is something that can be, at times, bothersome but yet safety has its concerns and liability for the stations and businesses. So, it’s very complex. To say that there’s an easy answer…I don’t want to go there.

Exactly. How many trains do you think come through?
Oh, boy. Doug would be the one to ask. I would say more than just a few.

At least at night. There’s quite a bit.
Quite a few, quite a few.

Well, I think that gets it. What are some of the big activities that are going to be going on in Laurel for the centennial?
Oh, for the centennial? It’s going to be interesting. On July 5 we’re having the all-class reunion. On August 8 we’re going to try to get together to have a barbecue and some type of celebration. We’re going to have some people in a recognize the day of August 8, 2008 as the hundred-year mark. On August 9 there’s a group of people bringing a re-enactment and narrative on the history of the Lewis and Clark expedition. On the 27th of August we’re having Shakespeare in the Park. We have a lot of things that Laurel promotes. The Arts are one thing that we really haven’t gotten into so the city judge has been active to get Shakespeare in the Park out here on the 27th for those that have that kind of flavor.

Check out the centennial festivities in Laurel, Montana.
July 5 – LHS All Class Reunion
August 9 – Odyssey West with Rob Quist and Jack Gladstone – 7pm
For more information about Laurel, read the Laurel Outlook.
For more articles by the author, read the inlawfilms.com blog at inlawfims.com/blog.

Don Quixote de la Aldea Pequena


It has been a quick adjustment to the small town style. I love the fact that my daughter could play out front with her cousins and she was safe – that’s cool.

Saturday night I was talking on the phone with my dad after dark. (The way I knew it was late was because the fire station did its nightly 9pm emergency klaxon test. You know, like an air raid?) While talking on my cell walking down the street, I heard three house doors open, pause, slam, click lock. That I could get used to. I just walked in the middle of the street and talked quieter.

The more disturbing part were the backlit silhouettes in the windows. Staring. As my dad says, I was Saturday night cable. I hope the town warms up to the 6’9″, Scion xB-driving (should I mention the MacBook?) city boy before the July 3 boot scoot. Yeah. Wasn’t that the plotline to Footloose?

I have some very funny stories (especially for those following my Twitter feed in the “From the Field” sidebar), but I also have some crazy stories. Everyone knows everyone’s business.

Literally, business.

Everyone knows who’s making what and where it goes. I mean, the car dealership has everyone come out and shake your hand when you buy a car. “I’ll be working on your brakes.” “I do mufflers.”

But there’s some downsides to knowing more info than in a big city.

Gas Prices

Town Pump
7985 Highway 200 E
Missoula, MT 59801
$4.05/ gallon regular unleaded

Town Pump
Highway 93 S
Polson, MT 59860
$3.98/ gallon regular unleaded

as of June 30, 2008

Here’s the complaint: people know the truckers. They know that the fuel trucks go to Missoula first and then Polson. Polson has more shipping tax/trucking expenditures and yet is cheaper. The Missoula people traditionally charge more than Polson, sometimes from 10 to 15 cents more.

This doesn’t sit well with Small Town, U.S.A. We also have a major oil refinery and coker here (cokers turn left-overs from the refinery process into usable stuff like asphalt. Yep. Makes you want to reach for that Diet Coke, right?). Townspeople know that the price of oil for Montana and all of its exporting areas was bid and locked in months, sometimes years, ago. Gas prices are a very sore subject here because they know the people trying to rip them off at the gas pump.

But the most fun I’ve had so far with small town dynamics is the “Don Quixote Project”.

Being a refinery/coker town, Laurel is also a train town. (Laurel High Locomotives. Get it?) Trains go non-stop, 24/7. Each time they pass a crossing, they must sound their horn. Makes sense. But the funny/annoying thing is that you can hear the signal from the next town, your town, and the town coming up. Horns blow all the time, especially at night “when no one notices”. (Unless you have an infant.)

But the issue is that the townspeople of Laurel are being trained to ignore the trains. (My youngest daughter adjusted by the second night and slept right through them.) In a town that has had only 3 train-related accidents in the past 30 years (2 involving people getting hit by the 5th/6th cars of a train by trying to go around the crossing arms (don’t ask) and 1 where the guy was drunk), people are starting to get a little too cozy with the crossings.

The town has adopted the Don Quixote Project (called that at city hall) and they are trying to take on Big Rail. (The guy at Hardee’s had a “S. Whiplash” nametag, but now that you mention it, his moustache did look familiar.)

The funnier/scarier part is early in the morning the trains will stop on the tracks so the engineers can get out to get breakfast.

The town is surrounded by tracks. The morning trains trap the town. In order to get from the south side of town to the north, you have to go to the neighboring town, loop around, and come back to Laurel on a different route. The volunteer fire/EMT department beats the state average in response time by 6 minutes.

Unless they have to go to the other town first.

Surprisingly, more than a few babies have been delivered in parking lots.

You gotta love small towns

with all its quirks.

Hunting


I have killed lots of things on this trip.

I should correct that statement.

My Scion xB has killed many things on this trip. Awesome handling, powerful air conditioner, lots of technology, and a style that has had many people stop and stare in the windows/check my tires without realizing that I was sitting there watching them.

But the cool box shape?
Death. Lots of death.

I have hit every single bug from Arizona to Montana. I have washed my windshield five times. There’s different manner of wings, antennae, and whatever is inside bugs all over my grill.
It is an Exoskeletal Holocaust.

The bugs are like, “Scion? Who makes tha…?” [slam]

We’re Here…In Bison Country



This one’s for the grandparents. Yep. Bison. We weren’t as crazy as the people yesterday who actually tried to pet one, but the wildlife are right there next to the side of the road. We saw bald eagles, deer, marmoset, elk, antelope-type things, and a whole bunch of ravens. That’s just the fauna.

Be lookin’ for a lot more pictures. Let’s hear it for random open wi-fi networks.

Ends, Beginnings, and all that Goofiness in the Middle

The Final (Official) Haiku
I would like to thank
All the encouraging friends
and a patient wife

Fanfares and all that.

As we are on the last leg of the trip to Montana (aside from the actual being in Montana and then getting home), we come to the last haiku. I have definitely kept my writing sharpened since college. The daily writings and postings were helpful when it came time to do a technical guidebook for my district and I was basically tech blogging.

I think I will miss the daily challenge. I have a couple of other concepts bouncing around. But first we have today’s adventure:

  1. Yellowstone – I hear there’s bears. Or was that Jellystone?
  2. Another full day in the Scion. I busted the entire 6 hour drive yesterday and was ready to keep going. I am a new convert to cruise control.
  3. A potential foray into…dial-up…where we’ll be staying for a week. You may find me huddling in the parking lot of a local hotel. If the locals have “WHS” (hotel-speak, I guess, for wi-fi. Much shorter/clearer abbreviation than what the rest of the world uses).

There will be an automated post coming up. I will be on the road by then, but I still found the haiku fun. As The Robot promises, there’s a fun treat in post I’m writing (blogging on the road leads to some space-time thingys).

an-open-letter

Enjoy this most recent to the ultimate album, Ultimate Karate.

Thanks for the adventure!