


I sure would like to know what they were rinsing off the road…wouldn’t you?



I sure would like to know what they were rinsing off the road…wouldn’t you?

Like many sports, I didn’t discover how much fun they were until late in high school. Nevertheless, I did do pretty darn well at the 800, 1600, 3200, and 3200 relay my senior year. In Mandan we would start our season by running laps around the hallway surrounding the gym, then the distance runners would run laps around the city. I miss those days. Having torn my knee in half (twice) in various motorcycle and mountain bike accidents, I don’t do long distance running anymore. I still can, but it’s best to keep the “wear and tear due to mileage” down, if you know what I mean.

But where do you get a guy to do flagpole repair on a holiday weekend? Good question. If I had a cherry picker I’d rig something up, but that would probably result in my arrest. I would hope that someone would go to whatever lengths necessary to get Old Glory back where it belongs, especially in time for Memorial Day. You’ve got 48 hours, folks…let’s make it happen!
By the way, it didn’t look to me like the flag pole had been sabotaged or vandalized. My guess was that the recent high winds probably broke something up top that was near failure and finally broke. Maybe the North Dakota Peace Coalition was trying to run a white flag up the pole and broke it! I don’t know. In any case, I just hope they get it fixed. It’s really embarassing to have the flag missing from the state capitol during the Memorial Day holiday.

I have a LOT of readers who are former North Dakota residents, and there’s a section in the Beacon for you. In fact, it’s often my favorite section: R. Schmid’s “Looking Back from the Left Coast” features tidbits from around North Dakota, many of which you won’t find anywhere else. How does he do it? I don’t know, but he sure has his ear to the ground. Local news outlets could learn a lot from Mr. Schmid!
Another of my favorites is the back cover automotive stories by local car buff and former North Dakota governor, Ed Schafer. This month he highlights former President Theodore Roosevelt’s 1910 flight in a Wright Model B airplane. Last month talked about a special edition Chevrolet designed solely to win NASCAR races! That was, of course, back when they actually raced real “stock” cars in NASCAR.
A third series that I look forward to is Tessa Sandstrom’s articles highlighting local landmark buildings. It would be a blast to perform the research she puts into these articles, but it’s also a joy to read the results of her work. She doesn’t have an article this month, but I suspect that’s because of the exhaustive coverage of the WSI scandal. I expect her to reappear in the June issue of the Beacon.
My mom originally discovered the Beacon and gave me a copy with her recommendation to give it a read. I was hooked immediately and subscribed shortly thereafter. In fact, this week I’m renewing my subscription for another year.

After I got off work Monday, I noticed these clouds boiling up east of town. When clouds get that big, you know something’s brewing. When they start travelling northwest in North Dakota, that means there’s REALLY something on the way. It was, in the form of a long stretch of thunderstorm activity reaching from South Dakota nearly to Canada. There were even a few tornado and hail photos on Kevin’s weather last night from the Beulah area. Check them out on KFYR’s Sky Spies page.
I had just spread fertilizer/weed killer on my lawn, so hopefully this will help me rescue what’s left of it after last year’s scorching summer!




I’m thankful again for the invitation by my favorite stroller and family, and encourage anyone who receives an invitation to see and hear these kids perform to jump at the opportunity. Their schedule is pretty much over for the summer, but they have typically done a Medora event in the past and will resume in the fall. Congratulations on another talented season, Strollers!


This was a pretty odd location for them, but the consensus at the office was that we shouldn’t move them or otherwise interfere with them. We put out a company-wide email to make sure that nobody disturbed the babies, then left them alone once everybody had gone out to take a sneak peek at them. They were climbing around a little bit within the little burrow, but their eyes weren’t open and they didn’t do much besides snuggle.
The parking lot this is in faces south, and that brick wall next to the bin acts as a giant reflector. Sadly to say, when I checked on them in the afternoon, they’d burrowed deeper in the chips but couldn’t survive the scorching heat. While it’s unlikely they would have survived any tampering on our part, by leaving them in place we were unable to give them shelter from the sun’s heat. All four were casualties yesterday afternoon.
As my boss and I disposed of the poor little guys (I work for a compassionate guy, I’m proud to say) we did see the mother hopping around the edge of the parking lot. It’s too bad she didn’t stay with them to care for them throughout the day; I’m not sure if she could have helped keep them cool, but at least she could have provided them some shade. In any case, I’m hoping she picks a different location to have her babies next time around. We’ll have to move or dispose of the bin of wood chips so it doesn’t encourage the same mistake.

One thing that was remarkable was the low river level and its impact on the layout in the Double Ditch area. There were a lot of sandbars I hadn’t known about before, and it looked like a pretty interesting place to try to bring a boat through. Apparently it was a good opportunity to wade out into the Missouri and see what’s biting.
