Thanks and props to my friend Jerry for the photos!
So that’s where all the office supplies went
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Scooter, the ten year old birdy
Scooter has been a true friend and enormous blessing over the past ten years. I’ve had him longer than I’ve been married; longer than I’ve been at my job; longer than I’ve owned my house, truck, or most of my motorcycles; longer than I’ve been a Christian. He’s been through a lot with me, and always stuck tirelessly by my side. Although I’m a daddy now and much more busy, Scooter is always right there, ready to play. He’s even been protective of little PJ at a time when we didn’t know if he would be jealous.
I was no stranger to birds when I got Scooter; my parents had a Quaker parrot and we grew up with a little parakeet in our home. I understood that a bird is a big investment of time. They have the comprehension of a small child and are not a pet you can leave unattended like a cat or a dog unless they’re safe within the confines of their cage. Certain things like air fresheners, scented candles, or Febreeze will kill a bird in minutes. They’re curious and must not be allowed to get into a toilet with the lid up, a pot of hot soup, or other such hazards. They really do require someone very meticulous.
I’ve never clipped Scooter’s wings…ever. That adds a whole new dimension of danger, of course. Only because I’m abnormal have we never had an incident of him flying out a door or window. But he gets to come and go as he pleases when we keep his cage door open, flying back and forth between my shoulder, my wife’s shoulder, or his house. We have to be even more vigilant now that we have a curious baby reaching for him!
The Bible says that “a righteous man regardeth the life of his beast” in Proverbs 12:10. I’ve always tried to do that. Someone told me that “once you have kids, your pets truly become pets.” That’s been true to a degree, but we still love Scooter tremendously and I always look forward to that first chirp in the morning. I thank God for Scooter and look forward to ten more years!
From Bismarck to Berkeley: peaceniks deface US Marines offices
A friend sent me a link to this blog post this morning and pointed out that the truck looked familiar. Of course it does:
You can know a lot about somebody by the friends they keep. These are the friends of the North Dakota Peace Coalition. I have NDPC literature on my desk with links to Code Pink on them…certainly one must be able to infer that they support Code Pink’s beliefs and actions. If that’s the case, then that lumps them in with the loonies that call our soldiers “predators” and strips them of what remaining credibility they imagined they had.
Been under the bridges a lot lately
I’ve been doing a lot of poking around along the river lately as I like to see how the construction of the new bridge is going, and now that the water level of the Missouri River is so low I can find lots of other cool stuff too! For instance, I found what was left of the old wood pilings sticking out of the rocks beneath this bridge, the old Northern Pacific bridge from the 1800s. They’ve had to do extensive work to the Bismarck side of this bridge throughout its history, because the hill keeps sliding. The most recent attempt to shore up the tracks where they meet the hill happened while I was a teenager, and it resulted in the steel beams currently in place.
Perhaps down the road here I’ll post some more of my discoveries from underneath a few of Bismarck’s many bridges. Stay tuned!
Friday night tree…day or night?
I’m no stranger to the tree in these photos. It’s a lone inhabitant of a hill overlooking River Road, just north of Pioneer Park. The housing development on the hill is growing very quickly; the entire area used to be prairie, but now has paved roads cut into it. That means this tree’s cozy environment has been divided into lots, waiting for upscale homes to be built thereon. I wouldn’t be surprised if this little tree becomes a casualty of encroachment, but I’m not about to go out and hug it.
Broken windmill
By the way…I’ve probably pointed it out before, but I will again: did you know that Highway 1804 (on the Bismarck side of the river) is numbered for the Lewis & Clark expedition’s trip to the northwest? And did you also know that Highway 1806 (on the Mandan side of the river) is numbered for the expedition’s return?
Endangered local landmark
I remember the long treks to Bismarck made by my family when I was a little boy growing up in western Montana. We would come back home to visit family in Bismarck and Dickinson every now and then, and I remember the Memorial Bridge because of its grated deck. I always thought that “the humming bridge” was the coolest, because we could look out the window and see the river below. How cool was that?
Later on, I learned that the grated deck was pretty freaky on a motorcycle…not because I could see through it, but because that grated deck made the tires “swim” back and forth just like it did the car tires! It’s a little more discomforting when you’ve only got two of ’em. Looking down was actually more fun without having to stick my head out a window, and I did eventually get used to the slight weaving sensation. Relaxing and letting it happen was safer than trying to fight it, actually.
Then came the concrete deck. I’m no engineer, but this never seemed like a good idea. If there’s a problem with the bridge, loading it up with tons of new concrete and steel doesn’t seem like the greatest idea! But it was done, the “humming bridge” hummed no more, and the only view of the water below was from the walkway. I suppose it’s easier to say goodbye to the bridge now because we really said goodbye to it nearly twenty years ago. The deck that gave the bridge its character hasn’t been around since the early 1990s.
I had a lady call me a couple of weeks ago looking to purchase a photo of the bridge. She saw a poster-sized print of the bridge photo at the head of this website last year at the Mandan Art Show (it won People’s Choice, by the way!) and wanted to know if it was the Memorial Bridge. Sadly, it’s not…it’s the railroad bridge. But she got me digging through my photos to see what I had of the Memorial Bridge. I’m glad she did, because I really didn’t have much of anything at all! You know that that means: time to scramble and get as many nice photos of the bridge as possible, because soon I won’t be able to do so. The photo above is part of that quest.
It’s getting difficult to photograph the Memorial Bridge already without getting cranes and footings and stuff in the shot. Time’s a-wasting; if you want to have some memories of this bridge, you’d better hurry!
October 8th…the day local television lost a really great guy
I have truckloads of fond memories of Mike, as does everyone who got to work with him. For many years it was Mike, Al Gustin, and myself taking care of business at KFYR-TV through the early morning until the rest of the gang started to work their way in during the “normal” hours. Perhaps it was that 4:30am shift that gave Mike his unique sense of humor. I would substitute for him as director for the Country Morning and Noon Report shows, and I couldn’t imagine working at 4:30 every morning! But then again, I was working overnights. That made us quite a pair.
Mike was like a dad to me as well as a friend. I could confide in him through some pretty crazy times, and I still miss him very dearly. Most of the true veterans of television in the Bismarck-Mandan area have since moved on, and many of them have stories of Mike Holwegner that still bring smiles to their faces.
Brenda Scholten and I put together a little good-bye to Mike that we aired during Country Morning in 2002, and I saved a copy. I’ll put a Flash Video version of the video below. Although it’s been five years, I miss him so badly and wish I could hear his jokes or funny made-up songs. Here’s a tribute to Mike Holwegner.
Father-and-son-set
It was a little chilly, so we had just enough time to watch the sun creep past the horizon and take a couple of photos of ourselves in the process. Then it was back in the truck to watch an airplane take off at the airport, then home for some pajamas with little feet on ’em. For PJ, that is. I had to share the moment with the world, being the proud daddy and all.
Saturday night’s alright for fighting
