Two notes here, okay? #1 – in the last snowmobile incident, “He Flies Through The Air…” Dillon got a dislocated hip from the incident, something we didn’t learn until two weeks later. Also – some of thes paragraphs have only one word on a line. I apologize for that, but this particular software is anything [...]
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“Y’all gon’ PICNIC up there in all that???” You bet yer ass, pard… Well, it IS Montana, after all. And those of us who delight/endure the usual 6+ months of below-freezing weather have found ways… yes,ways to pass some of this frigid, snowy time. And occasionally we decide to have a picnic. That’s right. A [...]
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Okay. I love music. Almost all music. Always have. I made my living in music for 43 years. Doesn’t mean I know a lot about it – it does mean that I care about it… a lot. I’m watching the Grammys. I can’t believe what I’m seeing,,, or hearing. The Grammys is about music, right? [...]
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He flies through the air with the greatest of ease That daring young man on the flying trapeze To fly through the air accidentally or on purpose… That is the question. Dillon, my son, and Betty, my Lady, have been spending time with me up here in the frozen tundra of the Great Northwest. We’ve [...]
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