Happy New Year

Can you believe another year has come and gone? Yeah, me neither. If I can't find work and the unemployment money runs out I may end up in Montana living in a cabin writing my manifesto. Although I own guns and covet the 2nd amendment, I am a pacifist at heart, so don't worry. I once lived in Great Falls, Montana in the early 60's and grew to love the big skys. As a family we would spend vacations in a hunter's cabin with friends of my father's. The cabin was in the mountains east of Lewistown. The dads would hunt deer. The kids would hunt blackbirds with homemade slingshots. We explored the woods and played in amongst the red rock sandstone boulders and cliffs. We would also play in a barn and hide in the hay. Avoiding skunks, porcupines and rattlesnakes was always on our minds. At night we'd snack on jerky, drink pop and the adults drank and played poker in front of a roaring fire. I became very good at Go Fish, but was lousy at War.

So, moving to Montana would definitely be within my sphere of possibilities.

Or... moving back to Hawaii!

Happy New Year everybody.