Author: Mark Egge

In case you didn’t already know, I’m in Bozeman these days. Three days in, I’m mostly settled and partially unpacked. I’m living in Quad D this year, 30 feet from Quad E of freshman year. Speaking of freshman, I’m living with three–all science related majors–but they seem like good guys. Classes start Monday. I suppose […]

Well, it was bound to happen– amazingly, it’s taken all summer. I woke up late for work today. By late, I mean that when I woke, I was already late for my shift. Fortunately, my schedule at B&B this summer has been exteremely flexible, so arriving “on-time” hasn’t been an issue. At Papa John’s, on […]

Paul Simon sings that “these are the days of miracles and wonders.” Yeah. Well, are they? Me? I sing: “these days have been / another senseless whirlwind.” Without purpose, without intention, but with no shortage unfulfilled purposes and abandoned intentions. Flurry and bustle. No, it’s not “fulfilling,” per-se, but it’s time-filling, which amounts to the […]

I realized tonight that there exists a tenuous but disturbing parallel between the early years of the Cold War and the current situation in the Middle East. Although there was never any direct (“hot”) military conflict between the United States and the then-USSR, there were two significant “hot” conflicts– the Korean War and the Vietnam […]

There was once a run-away, hanging around Papa John’s. Being the concerned citizen I am, I immediately to locate the parent or guardian– not much of a challenge, even from thirty meters, with respect to the cart’s bright red plastic and plainly visible “Target” emblem. As any concerned citizen would do, I immediately called the […]