In Big Sky Country
We are on our annual trip back to the Last Best Place to visit our home, family, and friends that we left behind when we moved to Shreveport.
It is wonderful to wake up each morning to the cool crisp 50-degree temperatures of the Big Sky Country and watch the sunrise over the Rocky Mountains. We have to get up that early because the noisy mowers start on the fairway about then.
Except for one airline employee named Wendy whom we called a witch - a bad witch – United Airlines treated us well. As Jeff says in Brigadoon, “Yes we have witches where I come from. We just pronounce it differently.” It was only the great efforts, charm, and care of a flight attendant named Maureen, that I was able to board the last flight with my transplant medications. She ran interference and provided us with a solution to our dilemma. Wendy, he gate attendant offered us nothing and only told us to hurry up, because she was closing the door in 4 minutes. Maybe her broom was about to turn into a pumpkin.
Note to Katrina Rogers, my colleague on The Times Community Board, you can come to this huge metropolis of 20,000 and see Sicko- right here in the heart of the Flathead Valley the reddest neck part of Big Sky red neck country.
There is no Sam’s Club here, but there is a Costco. Like Sam’s Club on Youree Drive, Costco here is also on traffic congested 4-lane state highway and adjoins a strip mall. Unlike Sam’s Club and Shreveport you can drive to adjoining businesses without having to go out onto the highway. I don’t know who the responsible party is (the city fathers of Shreveport or Sam’s Club) but they evidently harbor far more concern for their customers’ convenience and safety in Montana than do their counterparts in Shreveport.
It is hotter here than in Shreveport, and all together now, “Yeah, but there’s no humidity there.” The combination of heat, the drought, and lightning has created conditions for the perfect firestorm. Saturday, two fires blew up closing two of the four major highways crossing the Continental Divide, which raised havoc at the height of the summer tourist season.
Well, it’s time to get working on my daily exercise routine – playing with my grandchildren and opening Grandma’s wine bottles.
It is wonderful to wake up each morning to the cool crisp 50-degree temperatures of the Big Sky Country and watch the sunrise over the Rocky Mountains. We have to get up that early because the noisy mowers start on the fairway about then.
Except for one airline employee named Wendy whom we called a witch - a bad witch – United Airlines treated us well. As Jeff says in Brigadoon, “Yes we have witches where I come from. We just pronounce it differently.” It was only the great efforts, charm, and care of a flight attendant named Maureen, that I was able to board the last flight with my transplant medications. She ran interference and provided us with a solution to our dilemma. Wendy, he gate attendant offered us nothing and only told us to hurry up, because she was closing the door in 4 minutes. Maybe her broom was about to turn into a pumpkin.
Note to Katrina Rogers, my colleague on The Times Community Board, you can come to this huge metropolis of 20,000 and see Sicko- right here in the heart of the Flathead Valley the reddest neck part of Big Sky red neck country.
There is no Sam’s Club here, but there is a Costco. Like Sam’s Club on Youree Drive, Costco here is also on traffic congested 4-lane state highway and adjoins a strip mall. Unlike Sam’s Club and Shreveport you can drive to adjoining businesses without having to go out onto the highway. I don’t know who the responsible party is (the city fathers of Shreveport or Sam’s Club) but they evidently harbor far more concern for their customers’ convenience and safety in Montana than do their counterparts in Shreveport.
It is hotter here than in Shreveport, and all together now, “Yeah, but there’s no humidity there.” The combination of heat, the drought, and lightning has created conditions for the perfect firestorm. Saturday, two fires blew up closing two of the four major highways crossing the Continental Divide, which raised havoc at the height of the summer tourist season.
Well, it’s time to get working on my daily exercise routine – playing with my grandchildren and opening Grandma’s wine bottles.
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