Politics/Government
N.D. Dem-NPL, It’s Time to Stand Up
The only place real value can be found is in staying true to yourself.
The only place real value can be found is in staying true to yourself.
No one has called me “Pops” to my face yet, but it’s only a matter of time.
A young colleague recently showed me a graphic meant to accompany a client’s social media post. It dealt with clean water in underdeveloped areas. Prominently featured was a blue bus. I shook my head. “Makes me think of Jim Morrison,” I said, assuming the underlying narcotic use suggestion was obvious. “We don’t wanna go there.”
I could have been speaking Swahili. Blank look. “Who?”
The climate crisis looms. It’s tough to keep a positive outlook with all the doomsday scenarios, science-based predictions and imminent tipping points. And yet…
Fifty dollars was nothing to sneeze at in 1976. And to a 7-year-old newspaper boy used to spending nickels and dimes on Nu-Grape sodas and Marathon candy bars, it was an almost unfathomable amount. It was so much, in fact, that I didn’t dare keep it when I found the $50 bill in a gravel driveway on the edge of tiny Medora, N.D.
I was on my paper route, trudging through the dust after slipping a paper into a door, head down, thinking about who-knows-what, when a movement caught my eye. There it was, a half C Note, shuddering in the early morning breeze and sunshine.
There was this little lass who loved to be read to and a couple of guys who started an unofficial international holiday.
She died on Palm Sunday. I think that would have made her happy, as she drew her last breaths, knowing that she was going to die on a significant day on the church calendar. I held her hand all that morning. Now I hold the bean stone.
I had a great time researching and writing the story about Duke Ellington’s concert in Fargo, and cool to get the shoutout from local columnist Bob Lind years later
From Pink Floyd to the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, there have been a lot of colors along the way.