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It's getting crazy here in Bozeman


Alas, the summer of the "small town" is no more. Druggies, junkies, criminals and lowlifes are moving in and making this a dangerous town to be in. Usually when Meth labs pop up in your neighborhood and crazy people threaten to kill you, it's time to go! I am seriously considering heading back to New England, Montana has a bad record of enforcing narcotics laws. I will resume this blog in my new home. I need to find a job first though, then I go.

Hasta La Vista Bozeman!

People are weird

I have the oddest freinds here in Bozeman. They seem to hate me behind my back and enjoy my company when I'm around. Frankly, I don't get many freinds anyway, most people just don't want to really get to know me. People prejudge all the time anyway. I guess one handicap is the fact that Montanians don't like or even trust "out-of-staters" like myself. Some do, most don't. "Strange and new is bad" seems to be a theme with these folks. I would leave for greener pastures but thanks to preverts and criminals, it is now not possible to move whenever one feels like it. In fact, most employers won't even hire me because of they think that I fit into the "profile" of a prevert. They can sterotype me all they want, I have a life now. Good-paying too (eternal life). I worship God. I beleive that His Son, Jesus Christ, went to the cross for my sins. Jesus imparts this wisdom to us: "You have New And MORE ABUNDANT LIFE, now stop sinning" (Sort of a summery of the Gospels and Epistles) "Today, when you hear his voice, harden not your hearts as in the days of the rebellion" (Epistle to the Hebrews, I think) In conculsion, it would be nice if people would start trusting me more and stop scorning me. Unfortunatly, I too have siloently done the same thing to others but I (except in a few cases) got to know the person and found out what the person is really like. I guess that no matter where you go, people will be people.

Odd fun with my Church freinds.

Sometimes some of us from Church will gather in Rocky Mountain Roaster's Coffee shop and talk about the oddest things. We'd remember odd people and today I got to steer the topic; History. It seems to be a popular topic among the more literate set here in town. Even then, the conversation was just plain, well, odd. Prirates and such. Sort of topic jumping really. It was really nice weather outside and people seem alot less stressed when the weather is not going crazy.

Winter is here and won't go away......

The snow hit and the long cold nights are keeping the snowpack on the ground. Thank God for coffee shops I say. Still shoveling at work. Winter is sometimes a mixed blessing. I am catching up on some needed reading. Lots of topics to explore. The City government here is looking at putting in "roundabouts" at certain intersections, where are these people from? New Jersey?

Some pols in New Jersey fell in love with "roundabouts" in roads years ago, needess to say, there are a ton of them now in that poor state and it hasn't done much for traffic safety either. The new library construction might be on "hold" but why not wait to build the thing in summer anyway? The local Talk Radio station here is the local forum for these issues and it seems everyone has an opinion but not many seem to have the facts on these issues. Isn't it like that everywhere?

The Greater Bozeman area continues to grow for reasons unknown......The biggest employer here is the University and it doesn't pay all that much to non-profs. Most agree, it's the housing bubble that drives the growth here. Watch out for when the bubble bursts. According to two experts in the field, it will soon as well.

If I could remember

Montana doesn't do wonders for the memory. Everything seems similar here. Even the mountains look the same! The Cowboys here in Montana are a good practical people but they rarely talk to outsiders. There are so many subcultures here in Montana that if you can't fit into one of them, you might have a hard time doing anything. I forget so much. Bills pile up, people get upset when I forget key dates. I can't even remember stuff I want t0 do! I suppose Montana is one of the few states where a man can safely forget some things. Maybe it's too relaxing? I don't know. I wish I was looking at the Atlantic Ocean from the Massachussets shore right now. Hmmm, summer, seagulls and the smell of saltwater. The Ocean runs thru my veins, several relatives and some (maybe) direct ancestors had been Sailing Ship Captians, back in the days of yore, when men were men and not trying to imitate women. One nice thing about Massachussetts was it's Classical music stations. One could listen to Classical while riding through the countryside. It's funny, but while I was growing up in Massachussetts, I wanted to actually RETURN to the West! I had been in Arizona for five years in the 1980's beforehand and my family used to visit Colorado for sking. Colorado and the Rockys are nice. Maybe I need to live there for awhile. Despite some of the mountains here around the Bozeman area, it just feels FLAT, like Missouri. I had been in Mexico, Missouri (Jefferson County) for seven days in the early 1990's trying to find a career. Didn't work, I was too impatient. Sometimes I still want to wander, maybe see the Redwoods in California and other things. I don't think I could return southward to Arizona now. Too violent in most places. I like to have new expreinces now and then.

The Forklift

Can't tell you where I work but I just took the test on the forklift today. I was never very good with vehicles. Didn't quite pass the test but I have another chance. Life is alot like operating a forklift, just don't drop it on the head of someone else! It was supposed to snow today but fall continues in a pleasent manner. A very few young people care anything about the past. Those who have a handle on the past have something of a handle of current events, to an extent. You need Jesus in your life to have a full grip on your life. My younger years was one disaster after another. Before I was a Christian. Sometimes life can present nasty suprises. A younger freind of mine was almost killed by a mountain lion. God gave my young freind the brains to kill the lion. That lion is an illustration of the dangers of life. We all need to shoot our lions but will we have the gun to do so when the time comes?