Notes from the saddle, the kitchen, and Bozeman.
Trip reports and Bozeman politics.
Disfunctional Somnambulism
So, I’m sitting in the airport. I’m taking some time to think about the details. The milieu. The thousand cuts of modern life which I do my damnedest to ignore. Times. Gate. Terminals. Flight numbers. And so on. To be…
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All posts →Open letter to Sen. John McCain
I’m not in the habit of writing letters to my elected representatives–if only because I generally prefer watching movies or climbing mountains to writing…
Start Shouting
At a stoplight yesterday I pulled up behind a car with an “Ouck Fbama” bumper sticker, and I just about lost my shit. There…
Weird Expectations
Going home in invariably weird. Or, at least feels weird. Inevitably, the conversation, at some point, turns to “how weird is it that …”…
Scottsdale vs. The World
A list: what makes Scottsdale unlike anywhere else I’ve lived: Nobody cleans their own house. Or mows their own lawn Nobody changes their own…