Daydreams of Montana

The drive into Midnight Canyon Ranch area.

Nice view of the Midnight Canyon.

Looking down the Stillwater River.

Folks say Howdy at the Fishtail General Store.

It is no Costco, but they have what you need, and if they don't have, you ain't gonna get it.

I am not sure I can wait until August and may have to look into some long weekends prior to August to visit the cabin in Montana. Maybe Memorial Day, maybe 4th of July but it has to happen sooner than later. Maybe next weekend, just for the drive.

In the meantime it is amazing how many pictures are out on the internet of our new home, home on the range.

Mayber People Better Start Showing Me More Respect, Know What I'm Sayin'

Man pleads not guilty to stabbing over flatulence

A Connecticut man accused of stabbing a friend to death and injuring three other people at a party because people were making fun of his flatulence has pleaded not guilty.

The Associated Press

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NEW BRITAIN, Conn. —

A Connecticut man accused of stabbing a friend to death and injuring three other people at a party because people were making fun of his flatulence has pleaded not guilty.

Marc Higgins of Bristol pleaded not guilty to murder and assault charges in New Britain on Monday.

Police say the 21-year-old Higgins was "very drunk" at a Bristol house party last month and was ridiculed because of flatulence. Police say one woman even slapped him because of it.

Police say at that point he stormed out of the party and returned about 45 minutes later with three knives and started stabbing people indiscriminately.

Matthew Walton died of his wounds. Three others were injured. Higgins told police he was angry and wanted to show that people shouldn't make fun of him.

Turn Me Loose!

I'm tired of this dirty old city.
Entirely too much work and never enough play.
And I'm tired of these dirty old sidewalks.
Think I'll walk off my steady job today.

Turn me loose, set me free, somewhere in the middle of Montana.
And gimme all I got comin' to me,
And keep your retirement and your so called social security.
Big City turn me loose and set me free.

Been working everyday since I was twenty.
Haven't got a thing to show for anything I've done.
There's folks who never work and they've got plenty.
Think it's time some guys like me had some fun.


Well I am not ready to march into the Man's office and demand "all that's comin' to me", but we have laid the groundwork. We bought into a piece of Montana last night. Pretty much smack dab in the middle. Pretty soon we will be able to say "turn me loose Big City and set us free".

THE place to be this summer is just southwest of Billings, just out of Red Lodge, below Laurel, which is a whole 'nother song, but a good one just the same.

Well, well I'm goin' down to Laurel
It's a dirty stinkin' town, yeah
But me I know exactly
What I'm going to find

Little girl I'm goin' to see
She is a fool for lovin' me
But she's in love
And love's a funny state of mind

Fantastic Night

I love time travel. Just love it. I wish it could happen. I am a sucker for ANY movie that uses it in the plot.

Last night I came the closest to time travel that a man can get. For Valentines Day Peggy and I went to see "Sinatra at the Sands" at the Triple Door. Cooler than cool, ice cold!

For starters the Triple Door is cool and it feels like time travel every time I go. Little restaurant booths, great music; it makes me feel like Ricky Ricardo.

I am currently reading the new Mantle biography. With the exception of punching out some noisy neighbors* the entire evening made me feel like the Mick catching Sinatra at the Copa, with the slight exception that I was with my lovely wife, and it was the 7:00 show, not 3:00 in the morning.

*And believe me I was about to do just that. Two couples in a table behind us were yakking up a storm. I finally turned to their table, gave them my best dagger look and said "isn't it great to be able to finally catch up and talk with one another". Fortunately this humbled them enough to take their conversation outside, because I was ready to take them outside!


Aside from that minor transgression of aggression, the night was terrific. Great music, great company and a great trip back in time!

Open Letter to All of You who Make Fun of the Way I Dress

You know who you are. Yeah, you are the people who smirk at me. Point at me and talk behind my back. Some of you have even had the nerve to tell me to my face.

You think I dress like a dork.

You know who you are.

Well, ......I am here to tell you that I am hipper than you can ever dream of being. I have a cultivated look. A well defined look that I have developed over many, many years. This look is precise, this look is intentional and this is the coolest look that exists today for manly men.

I call this look ..........60's Gym Teacher.

That is right, just like Dianne Keaton rewrote woman's fashion after Anne Hall, soon every man in America and perhaps the world will be adopting my look

60's Gym Teacher.

Inspired by the men I looked up to in life. Short hair, cheap khaki pants, WHITE SOCKS and sneakers.

Of course you have to have my figure to really pull it off.