Tag: Small Towns

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No, we didn’t watch the Marx Brothers movie of the same name. Neutral observer and I spent the day at the harness races.  We arrived a few minutes before ten, so we could set up our party tent.  Eventually, two other couples would show and set their tents up.  One by one, people (mostly couples) […]

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You Never Know the Minute

 

In Scotland, there are many sayings that don’t withstand scrutiny. “This has been me since yesterday” is my favorite. It doesn’t make sense, but when someone says it to you when you’re waiting for a bus in pelting rain, it kinda sorta does.

“You never know the minute” was one of my mom’s favorites. And that’s what I was thinking this morning.

Saving The Spiritual Currency in Small Towns

 

My hometown — the place where I was born and raised — is thriving. When I was a kid, Bozeman, Montana, had a population of about twelve thousand residents, plus six thousand students attending Montana State University.

Over the past forty years, Bozeman has grown to 40,000 people, largely because high-tech businesses have found a home there. Montana State University is the state’s science and engineering school, so the technology companies have a ready source of well-trained nerdy types to fill the jobs. Many out-of-state techies have relocated to Bozeman, too, not just for the well-paid jobs, but because the surroundings are so breathtakingly beautiful. Bozeman is nestled between the majestic Bridger and Hyalite Mountains. The headwaters of the Missouri River, formed by three of the country’s best trout streams, The Madison, The Jefferson, and The Gallatin rivers, lie just 30 miles to the west. Yellowstone Park is 100 miles away as the highway flies (drivers do fly down Montana highways). In many ways, Bozeman is the perfect place to live, although the winters can be dreadful. The point is, my hometown is in great shape.

Barefoot in the Dark

 

It was after dinner, just before dark. Our not-too-svelte Golden Lab, Brady, and I were about to embark on our little 45-minute postprandial jaunt through the neighborhood. We’re both trying to get our girlish figures back and evening strolls are both pleasurable and functional.

Nothing exceptional about this … except I decided to leave all footware at home.