
Bountiful iNDeed

If you’re like me, you will want to download the full episode for $1.99 on iTunes. Here’s the link (you must have iTunes installed, which is free).
In my conversations with guys from this demolition crew, I found out that they were VERY concerned about wind, something that’s addressed in this episode. For a really neat perspective on the crew that pulled off this impressive feat of demolition, and how they did it, check out the episode! $1.99 is cheap for a souvenir about such a prominent part of Bismarck-Mandan’s history.
I suppose it’s ironic that I like approaching 200 miles an hour on a motorcycle, but I don’t like airplanes. When I am told I must fly somewhere for work, I comfort myself by looking out the window as we take off. Most jets that fly out of Bismarck go airborne at 120 to 140 miles per hour, which is nothing for me; I’ve still got a few more gears at that speed!
My little two year old assured me, after watching the paraplane flight, that he is going to be three soon…and that means that he can fly the airplane. He told me how he will turn the key, it will make the propeller turn, and he’ll go up in the sky! His one year old brother and I will be able to watch him fly around, he says. I guess he’s got it all figured out.
Another milestone was reached with this photo, as it’s my 49,000th picture with this camera. I want a new one very badly but don’t have the money for it. If that makes your heart well up with pity, click on the “Donate” link on the right hand panel and contribute to Clint’s Camera Fund™!
If you drove past the capitol and were wondering what was with the little group of flags was all about, I hope this clears it up.
I don’t consider myself an old person, but I remember rotary phones. I became a teenageer in the early 1980s, when technology really started to take off. In just the short time of my teens I saw the Walkman, the cordless phone, the CD player, the cellular phone, and many other inventions become reality. Now I’ve got a phone the size of a Snickers bar that can take amazing photos and send them to whomever I choose. Ain’t technology grand? Of course, I’m still waiting for my flying car.
What, you say? I’m too reflexively suspicious of government? Perhaps I’m a fear-mongering racist, which is the label hastily applied to anyone who disagrees with the leftist Democrats in power? Then check out this photo, also found while walking around Bismarck:
By the way, for those who thought the “stimulus” was going to be such a lifesaver (and that we need more), Google “stimulus funds haven’t been spent yet” (or click here) and see how much of that money has actually gone out. The answer: very little. What has gone out is not going to “shovel-ready” projects, but largely patronage funding that amounts to typical government pork.
Hope™! Change™!
That reminds me of some of the vehicles I’ve seen around town with Bismarck spelled wrong. Even when I was a kid, I noticed that some of the Cass Clay trucks in Mandan had that misspelling. Then there was the time the phone books had “Bismark” on the spine…that one made the news when I was working at KFYR TV.
One of my other favorite examples of a sign snafu was this truck, which sits along the nature trail on the Mandan side of the Missouri River:
I back up the little card in my cell phone regularly, as with my wife’s phone (and my GPS, and everything else). I had a lot of neat photos in there, so I figured I’d share a bunch of them.
Lots more to come…
I wrote before about this cemetery, located south of Mandan near my boyhood home. Now the city is expanding southward and encroaching upon it; in fact, the entry to it in my original post doesn’t even exist now. A new water tower is being constructed nearby, and it’s got a few back yards adjacent to it.
It’s pretty much abandoned, although Morton County takes care of it. A few stones from the 1800s remain, but there were some pretty big surprises outside of what would seem to be the cemetery grounds. Last year, crews working on the new water tower uncovered some unmarked graves. The news reports were written to give the impression that there were only a couple, but that’s not the case. There were over FORTY. Law enforcement personnel worked extra shifts to protect the site from grave robbers until the situation could be handled. This article gives a little bit of detail on that process.
This hill could tell a lot of stories if it could talk, to be sure. At this point there probably aren’t any more unexpected graves, at least not any more groups of forty-two. There are, however, a few remaining stones like the one pictured above. I’d like to let the markings on it tell that story for you:
ELIZABETH D
MAR 6, 1811 TO NOV 12, 1874
ELLA
SEPT 28, 1882 TO OCT 8, 1891
OUR DARLING
DIED SEPT 14, 1883
You can find out more about the history of this cemetery in this book at the state archives at the Heritage Center.