Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Lighten Up, Jim, It's Spring


Of all the people I know who I still see occasionally, I think Wayne Tanous is the one I’ve known the longest. Wayne and I grew up together in Hettinger. His dad and my dad were best friends. He’s a couple years older than me. Sometime back in the early 1950’s, he and I and his little brother Donnie began jumping in the back seat of whichever of our dads’ station wagons they were going hunting in on Sunday morning and traipsing along behind them in the soil bank fields around Hettinger. None of us was even old enough to carry a gun, but we loved those Sunday mornings. I think his dad’s station wagon was a white Ford “woody” and ours was a grey Pontiac about 50 yards long. Both Catholics, those men had lots of kids to haul around and the station wagons worked just fine for that—as well as for Sunday morning hunts.

The hunts were almost always on Sunday because as small town businessmen, they worked six days a week, as did most businessmen in those days. But as soon as church got out on a fall Sunday morning, we’d swap church clothes for khaki pants and shirts and head out of town. Our dads also fished together, golfed together and ice-fished together. Most of the time they’d take Wayne or Donnie or me, or all of us, with them. Later, as they got a little more secure in their businesses, they would also take Thursday afternoons off too, to participate in whichever of the seasonal outdoor activities beckoned. They worked Saturday afternoons though, because that is when the farmers came to town to shop and they were plenty busy on Saturdays. But Thursday was a slow day, I guess, and to this day, I am pretty sure Thursday is still Men’s Day at the Hettinger Golf Course.

Well, we all grew up, went away to do our Vietnam stints, came home and finished college, got married and settled down, Wayne and I in Bismarck. Donnie started to make the Navy a career, I think, and was killed in a tragic accident many years ago. Later, we both lost our wives to ovarian cancer at young ages, and have only marginally stayed in touch since then. Then both of us old duffers found Facebook, and started pages, and looked at them occasionally. He found out I was writing a blog and started reading it, and once in a while told me he thought I was a good writer. Problem is, we’re both pretty politically minded and we’re on different sides of the political spectrum. That’s never been a problem, just an interesting aside.

But my blog has gotten pretty political from time to time, and I told Lillian (AKA The Woman Of The House if you follow her occasional comments at the end of my blogs) the other day that I was writing stuff on my blog that was going to start making my Republican friends mad. Well, I guess I have. But they seem to get mad in a good natured way. One sent me an e-mail yesterday that started “Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy . . .” and he only calls me that when it is time to tell me I have gone too far, in his opinion.

But the best comment was from Wayne. It said simply “Gee! You sounded pretty harsh about just about everything . . . . Lighten up. Spring is now here.”

Ah, yes, Wayne, thank you for the reality check. You are right. Spring is here. In the spring you plant flowers and take long walks and watch sunsets and do lots of other things to make you smile. Lighten up, indeed. That is today’s agenda. Hit the “Save” button on the laptop and go for a walk. Thank you, Wayne. Advice well taken.

Now tomorrow, though . . .

Oh, in the picture up above, that’s my dad, Whitey, on the left, with Wayne’s dad, Al, on the right. And ten dead pheasants. Either it was a very good year and the limit was five each, or they borrowed a few from Wayne and I to enhance the picture. It was their last pheasant hunt together. Al had moved away to a warmer climate for his health years before, and he had come back to the prairie for one last hunt with his old buddy. They had grown old, but that day they were young again, and there was a bit of a spring in their step. It was a role reversal, Wayne and I watching a couple of kids grinning ear to ear, like they used to watch us, as the pheasants dropped in Duane Cregger's CRP field. It was a joy to behold.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Don't Shop At Scheels


I don’t know Steve Scheel, but I’ve given him a lot of my money over the years. Starting with my first pair of Gore-Tex pants I bought over at the old Scheels Hardware store in Arrowhead Plaza in Bismarck, I’ve spent many thousands of dollars at Scheels stores, on everything from kayaks to shotguns to wool socks and dog whistles. I even sent him a personal letter a couple years ago complimenting his stores on their great service and quality products. My wife and I even had a couple of those nice Scheels tee shirts you get when you make a four-figure purchase. Had. They are in the trash now (the proof is in the picture).

Well, I’ve spent my last penny at Scheels stores after that right-wing Tea Party pap he printed in Sunday’s Forum. It starts out like this: Our three North Dakota representatives in Congress have thrown fiscal responsibility out the window in favor of massive social programs and government bailouts the people of North Dakota did not want. The sad part is they know it, and yet they continue to vote against our wishes and you should be able to read the rest of it by clicking here). I guess I thought somebody who could build an empire selling outdoor gear must be a smart man. Boy was I wrong. His rant about the just-passed health care bill and everything else he believes is wrong with our country just sent me down the road to Cabela’s (which sells the same stuff, at a better price, and at least has the common grammatical sense to put an apostrophe in their name). Vote against OUR wishes, Mr. Scheel? Maybe YOUR wishes, but not mine, or a couple hundred thousand other North Dakotans, including most of the hospitals, churches, senior citizens organizations and people who will finally get the same access to health care you do.

See, I wouldn’t have minded, Mr. Scheel, if you had just written and expressed your opinion on the recently-passed health care bill. But you just grabbed a bunch of punch lines from Sarah Palin and Glen Beck and Rush Limbaugh that bear absolutely no resemblance to the truth and regurgitated them, purporting to speak on behalf of North Dakotans. It was one of the most irresponsible acts by a seemingly intelligent and reasonable businessman I’ve ever seen. It was just plain stupid in places, especially the parts where you tell us what is going to happen next, as if you have the crystal ball that the best economists in the nation somehow misplaced. And it was not only stupid, it was mean and condescending.

You say the “Voters don’t understand.” Who are you to judge what the voters understand? I’m a voter, and I understand that our courageous House and Senate members, in their votes last week, just took the very first step toward making affordable health care for every one of our citizens, rich or poor, Scheels owners or Scheels customers, a basic human right. Just as almost every country in the developed world has done. We didn’t break any new ground here. We’re just catching up to the rest of the world.

And in the end, you ask us to recall North Dakota values. Mr. Scheel, the number one North Dakota value is that we don’t go around making stuff up and passing it off as fact. We tell the truth. You failed that one.

I’m not even going to start to try to clean up the mess of misinformation your letter contained. It would take too much of my time. I’m just posting that electronic link to your letter here, so my readers can go read it themselves, and then they can make their own choices about whether they want to continue to spend any money in your stores.

Oh, and I am going to post a link to this site too, which shows that you and your wife have given more than $50,000 over the last ten years to Republican U.S. House and Senate candidates and the Republican party. Must be nice to have that kind of money to throw around. Your biggest recipient this year: The always brilliant, relevant and entertaining, that favorite tea partier of yours, Michele Bachmann. Uffda.

So, Scheels shoppers, keep in mind that at least part of every dollar you spend at Scheels on fishing tackle, shotgun shells, camouflage shirts and bicycles goes to support the wacko policies of Michele Bachmann and her fellow tea partiers, who believe it is time get rid of the Farm Bill, Social Security and Medicare. And then think carefully about driving down the road to Cabela’s or Gander Mountain. That’s where my friends and I will be shopping from now on.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Turn Out The Lights,The (Teabagger) Party Is Over

It seems appropriate, somehow, that the Republican convention last weekend nominated, for the two highest offices on the ballot this year, U.S. Senate and House of Representatives, the two men who are most responsible for the largest growth in North Dakota government spending in our state’s history. Governor John Hoeven and House Majority Leader Rick Berg presided over a near doubling of tax dollar expenditures in North Dakota in the period 2001-2011. So it is appropriate we send them to Our Nation’s Capital, where North Dakotans look like pikers compared to what the folks down there do. They’ll fit right in. If they win, we don’t have to worry about them going nutso on us by joining up with those phonies Boehner and McConnell and forgetting to fight for the federal dollars we’ve been accustomed to getting from Washington to prop up our North Dakota economy. Those two like spending money. There’s no fiscal conservatism in either one of them.


Fact is, we’ve been making our best investments as a state by sending tax dollars to Washington. We keep hearing that we get something like a buck and a half or more back from Washington for every dollar we send there. I don’t know about you, but my 401(K) isn’t doing nearly that well. I think I’d like a piece of that action. Seems to me we ought to be sending the whole damn state budget down there, and then just sit back and wait for the returns to flow in.


The point here, though, is that the GOP convention showed that the so-called Tea Party had a pretty short-lived run here in North Dakota. Turn out the lights. That party is over. It ended with the roll call vote on the GOP nomination for Congress, where Rick Berg outpolled his “conservative” rival, Kevin Cramer, by more than two to one Saturday afternoon. That’s about the weakest showing by a supposed legitimate candidate that I can remember.


Rick and I grew up in ranch country out in Adams County and we’re familiar with the early summer ritual of branding. Branding is half the job of those neighborhood gatherings of ranchers, ranch hands and able-bodied teens. The other half is turning the bull calves into steers, the local vernacular called nut-cuttin’—the harvesting of what will be the main entrĂ©e for a Rocky Mountain Oyster fry. Well, there was some nut-cuttin’ going on Saturday in Grand Forks. When it was over, there were a bunch of conservative nuts on the floor of the Alerus Center ballroom, including those of Kevin Cramer and Paul Sorum and a whole bunch of right wingers who came there to show those big-spending party regulars what-for, and instead went home with their tails between their legs to cover up their sore spots.


That might be a little dramatic, but it’s what happened. Oh, to be sure, the Teabaggers did muster more than 200 votes against the most popular governor in America, and Cramer’s disingenuousness (last fall, he was only in the PSC race, then Dorgan dropped out and Hoeven got in and those long Hoeven coattails lured Cramer back to the Congressional race, and then he waffled again before the Congress vote Saturday and said he would accept a PSC “draft” if he lost to Berg) played a role, but for the most part, it was a mainstream Republican smackdown. Berg and Hoeven are big spenders, and are not going to be credible with the right wing of their own party. Earl Pomeroy and Tracy Potter will see to that. Once they enlist Kent Conrad’s chart-builders and put a little campaign cash together, they going to kick the crap out of any fiscal conservative talk from those two.


(Side note: Speaking of disingenuous, the Tribune wins that prize today with their front page feature interviewing five people on the street who have no clue what is in the health care bill and asking them what they thought of it. Of course, their responses were the Republican pap they’ve been hearing on Fox News, which made it look like all North Dakotans are opposed to the bill. What cheap journalism that was.)


The biggest surprise to me over the last couple weeks has been the role of Ed and Nancy Schafer. Ed’s been all over the radio bashing Dorgan, Conrad and Pomeroy, a role he seems to like (Hey, I’m still around, remember me?) and took an active role in Tea Party stuff, mostly, I think, at the behest of his former staff member Bob Harms (Ed’s nothing if not loyal). This after the fact the delegation all went to bat for him in his appointment as Secretary of Agriculture a couple years ago. And then there was Nancy up there on stage nominating Hoeven, in spite of the Tea Party’s dislike for Hoeven. What’s up with that? Those two things almost make me think Ed’s trying to get Hoeven out of the way so he can take another whack at Governor in 2012. Almost, but not quite. But he’s sure sending mixed signals.


Finally, at the end of the weekend, when most Republican Convention delegates were just arriving home, Congressional Democrats passed the most far-reaching piece of legislation since 1965, giving themselves, and all American Democrats what I believe will be the best campaign issue of the year. Health care for everybody. If the Democratic PR people can do just half as good a job of explaining what this means to the American people after the historic vote as the Republicans did trashing it before the vote, this will be a very good Democratic year. I truly believe that. I’m going to Fargo this weekend to hear one of the very best champions of health care for all Americans, Paul Begala, start that process. Here’s Begala’s early take on Sunday’s historic vote. I’m sure he will have more to say on it this weekend. You should go there just to listen.


All in all, it was a very good weekend for North Dakota Democrats. And there are going to be a whole bunch more coming up. Stay tuned. Meanwhile, turn out the lights. The Teabagger Party is over.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Enough Already

Note to ASPCA, March of Dimes, Arthritis Foundation, World Wildlife Fund, American Legion, VFW, and all other organizations who send me mailing address labels: I have enough now. You can stop sending them.

The Face Of North Dakota

Okay, here's an end-of-winter assignment for you. You have time. Five days, by the calendar, but, judging by the amount of snow in my back yard, you won't be tilling that garden for three or four weeks yet, and the storm windows don't come down until Maybasket Day, my dad used to say. So here's what I recommend: Read John P. Bluemele's "The Face Of North Dakota."

I just finished it, again. I first read it back in the 1980's when a friend of mine from Carrington said he wanted me to come spend a day visiting Hawk's Nest Ridge and Sully's Hill, and I realized how little I knew about places like that in North Dakota. I read Bluemle's Third Edition this time, which is an updated version of his Revised Edition I first read. The original work dates to 1977, and is the geologic history of North Dakota. If you want to know about eskers, concretions, cannonballs, and clinkers, or, more importantly, just why North Dakota looks like it does today, you should read this.

In language the layman can understand, Bluemle, until recently the North Dakota State Geologist, takes us through half a billion years of warming and cooling, continental drift, rivers and lakes and, most importantly in Bluemle's mind, glaciers. In his introduction he writes "The record of the glaciers, especially the record of their departure, is inscribed on the land. It is recorded in the hills, the lakes, and ponds of the Missouri Coteau; in the broad flat expanse of the Red River Valley; and in the rolling plains between. The boulders scattered across the land testify: "The glacier was here!" Perhaps the most important heritage of the Ice Age is our rich farmland, the soil that makes our crops grow so well. Once you are aware of it, the reality of the Ice Age cannot be avoided; If God had a hand, it was the glacier."

In less than 200 pages, some laboriously detailed that cry out for frequent snack breaks, but all part of a "generalized discussion . . . meant to heighten people's awareness of our natural environment and surroundings and help them understand the changes in rocks and landforms that can be seen across the state," you'll gain a new appreciation for what you'll see in your drives across North Dakota this summer.

Once you've worked through the Pleistocene and the Cryptozoic and the Cretaceous, a bit of a struggle, I admit, you get interesting and useful stuff, like Devils Lake's origins in the Cannonball and Knife Rivers, and a first discussion of the Bakken Formation before any of us had heard of it (a friend of mine sent me a note after one of my earlier blog posts that said "I thought John Hoeven discovered the Bakken;" Bluemle tells us that it was around way before that, even way back in the Bill Guy days, although "fracking" wasn't part of the terminology when this edition was written (2000), so you'll have to wait for Bluemle's 4th Edition or, I suppose, listen to a Hoeven campaign ad, to find out who gets credit for that).

And then, at the end of the maybe ten or twelve hours you've committed to reading this, you get a treat. The crusty old geologist steps outside his laboratory, past his Geological Survey staff, onto the land you realize he has come to love after all these years of studying it, and gives us an epilogue straight from his heart. I'm reprinting it here, in its entirety, even though it is a bit long, because most of you are not going to complete the assignment of getting the book (you can buy it at the North Dakota Heritage Center, or most university bookstores, or borrow it from almost any public library in North Dakota) and reading it before Spring.

"This land--the "Face of North Dakota"--is built on a deep geological inheritance, one that has been developing for eons. Any one individual can, during a lifetime, observe only small natural changes to the landscape. We will see only a brief moment, a scratch on the surface of our earth's long and dynamic history during our lifetime. Even so, if enough small events, and occasional larger ones, continue long enough, they can combine to transform the "face" of the state.

"North Dakota bears a signature that tells the story of the geologic forces, both visible and buried, that have shaped our state. Their bold, unmistakable inscriptions mark the surface on which we live. The face of North Dakota may be likened to a fragmented history book, one that records not only the natural events, but also the human experiences that have shaped the earth and our lives. If we read between the lines, interpret the footnotes (and piece in some of the missing pages), we can better understand the deeper, hidden layers of much older, buried landscapes and seascapes. Ancient sea floors, coral reefs, shore lines, coastal swamps, tropical river systems, melting ice sheets, and a variety of other environments have combined to produce the framework that forms our land.


"North Dakota's "face" attests strongly to its underlying geology. A change in surface terrain usually indicates a geologic change beneath the ground. Most of what we see: elevation, drainage, surface materials--even snow and rain--are the products of geologic activities. The landscape is where almost all human activity takes place. Learning to live in harmony with it is essential. If we understand its building blocks--the bedrock, glacial materials, soil, water and air--and their inherent relationships, we will be better able to protect its past and future heritage.


"We tend to think of the landscape as permanent. But our hillsides, ravines, buttes, badlands, broad rolling prairies, lake plains and flood plains are dynamic, always changing. People are sometimes a major force in hastening the changes. Humankind has, in fact, become a geologic force, as anyone knows who has watched a dam being built, or seen a road-construction crew at work. We have the technology, the equipment, the power, and the will to shape our environment--sometimes subtly, sometimes dramatically, sometimes purposefully, sometimes unintentionally, sometimes for the better, sometimes detrimentally.

"North Dakotans ask much from the land--and the land, in turn, challenges us. We farm the fields, drink the water, build our homes and businesses, pump the oil and gas, mine the coal and sand and gravel, bury the wastes and play in the parks. The land is the physical basis for all we are. City people depend on it and on its complex parts just as much as rural people. We all need clean water, fresh air, open space, and the chance to experience the natural marvels surrounding us.


"Yet, as we look at today's North Dakota, we should strive to appreciate yesterday and anticipate tomorrow. Our past and future are both rooted in our land, and in its ability to work for us and with us. If we understand the geological history and natural processes that shaped that land, we can apply that knowledge to conserve and renew it. As we constantly mold and remodel the face of North Dakota to suit our needs, we must also adapt to the changes we impose upon it. However we choose to treat our land--gently and with respect, or harshly and callously--we are shaping the legacy we leave our children."

Saturday, March 13, 2010

A Tale Of Two Couples

The headline across the top of the front page of the Bismarck Tribune this morning reads “Legislator arrested again for domestic assault.” It was above the story about Bismarck Representative David Weiler being charged with assaulting his wife for the second time in less than a year.

The headline right underneath it reads “Husband is charged with murder.” The subhead under it says “Multiple blunt force injuries allegedly caused woman’s death.” It was above a story about a Sterling man charged in his wife’s death during an apparent argument.

The juxtaposition of those two stories is a startling way for newspaper readers to begin the weekend, as dark a start this morning as the sky outside clouded in a dense fog. It’s hard to see very far, either literally or metaphorically, when the day starts like this. It’s hard to want to. It’s one of those mornings when the instinct is just to go back to bed for a couple of hours, and get up and start over, and hope against hope things might be different when you look outside or open the paper.

There’s a woman dead in a trailer court in south Bismarck. An unemployed woman with a small child, running a little day care out of her trailer house, beaten to death, allegedly, by her unemployed husband.

Just across town, less than a mile away, in an upscale neighborhood, there’s a woman who’s still alive, but who says her husband beat her for the second time in a year. No trailer house background here, she’s a socialite, and a staff person in the state’s governor’s office, and the man accused of beating her is a once-respected businessman and state legislator.

Two more different couples you won’t find in a town like ours. But today, linked forever on the pages of a newspaper. Front page stories, jumped to page 9, under the headlines “Husband charged” and “Legislator arrested.” But for the death, the headlines and stories could have been interchanged and readers might not have even noticed. Both men had been reported in similar incidents last year. One, the legislator, was convicted when his wife pressed charges. He was slapped on the wrist and put on probation. The other was not convicted, because his wife dropped charges, an all-too-common outcome of domestic assaults.

One woman is dead this morning. The other, as she happens to drive past a funeral home while running her Saturday morning errands, might be saying “There, but for the grace of God, go I.”

The unemployed man whose wife is dead is behind bars today. The state legislator is free on bond. He claims innocence, and under our system, we must judge him so until he is convicted. To be sure, there are calls for his political head. Even his fellow legislator from District 30, Bob Stenehjem, the Senate Majority Leader, says “It’s probably in the best interests of everyone involved for Dave to resign.”

I’m troubled, though, by the comments of Governor Hoeven, the employer of Mrs.Weiler, who says, according to the Associated Press, that Rep. Weiler should resign if he is convicted of a second assault charge. It’s like saying you get one free wife beating in North Dakota before you really get punished. Better, Governor, to have not said anything.

I don’t agree with the Governor that Rep. Weiler should resign if he is convicted a second time. I think he should have resigned after being convicted ONCE. Perhaps if Governor Hoeven and Senator Stenehjem had called for Rep. Weiler’s resignation last year, perhaps if he had been forced to resign instead of simply being put on probation, perhaps if he had been REALLY punished for what he did, he might have learned from his mistake. And there might not have been a headline in the paper this morning that said “Legislator arrested again for domestic assault.”

AGAIN.

There are some things you just don’t do, no matter who you are. Beating your wife is one of them. Not once. Not twice. Not ever. Because, sometimes, when you do that, you end up with that awful other headline above your story: “Husband is charged with murder.”

Saturday, March 06, 2010

Bell Lake and Bullion Butte

When I was a young man living in Dickinson in the early 1970’s, a friend of mine and I used to occasionally take a drive north of Medora to a place we called the Bell Lake Wilderness (the locals called it the Bell Lake Pasture). We’d drive a little ways off the West River Road onto a two-track trail that led to a little draw with some ash and cottonwood trees alongside Bell Lake Creek. We’d throw our sleeping bags, mostly of the Boy Scouts era, on the ground (no tents or air mattresses for hardy young twenty-somethings) on a quiet summer night and fall asleep under the stars. In the morning, we’d make some coffee on an old white gas Coleman stove, eat a handful of Baker Boy donuts, and take off across the prairie for a long day’s hike.

The Bell Lake Wilderness was about a township full of short grass prairie, part of the publicly owned Little Missouri National Grasslands. There were no roads through it, except a couple of two-tracks used by ranchers who had grazing leases, and not many fences. Open range, mostly, as I recall.

Today, if you drive up West River Road west of the Elkhorn Ranch Site, you’ll see a sign that says “Bell Lake Oil Field,” and you can turn off on any number of bright red scoria roads leading to oil well sites, and storage and pumping stations.

The Bell Lake Wilderness is gone, as are most of the other public land roadless areas in North Dakota. The RARE II study completed in 1979 (Remember that? I still have a copy!) identified 265,000 acres of that public land that were being managed as roadless areas in the Little Missouri National Grasslands—about half of what existed when I first started going there in the early 1970’s. Today there are only about 40,000 of those acres left that the Forest Service still manages as "Suitable for Wilderness." The Forest Service has leased the rest to private companies who have gone in and developed the minerals, building a vast network of roads to connect oil wells and storage facilities with the outside world, and creating a noisy, dusty, thirsty landscape that most of us who went there thirty years ago hardly recognize. Uffda.

Comes now an organization called the Badlands Conservation Alliance (BCA), a small North Dakota-based grass roots organization (full disclosure—my wife is the founder, and I am a member) with a big idea: to save a few small areas still existing as mostly roadless areas, as North Dakota Wilderness. I use a capital W on Wilderness here because we have so little of it in North Dakota, it needs some calling attention to. If you go to BCA’s website and click on the little box in the bottom left hand corner of the home page, you can download a brochure that explains the entire proposal (and you can also become a member for just a few bucks and help their cause).

Theirs is a modest proposal. It would classify those 40,000 acres, plus another 11,500 in the Lone Butte area, where there are no private mineral leases, and 5,000 over in the Sheyenne National Grasslands, as Wilderness. It would be called The Prairie Legacy Wilderness.

Wilderness designation would allow almost all existing uses to continue, but it would not allow any more roads or wells, and it would not allow anyone except the ranchers who lease those acres to drive on the existing two-track trails. The rest of us would just ride horses or hike in these areas. The parcels are small enough that if you take a good long day-hike through each of them, you can see much of the landscape, and get a pretty good sense of why we should save them as Wilderness. I know. I've done it. And seen the Golden Eagle and Prairie Falcon nests and the Prairie Fringed Orchids that are going to disappear one day, soon, if we do not preserve these areas.

There are a million acres of Little Missouri National Grasslands. This proposal would set aside just 5 per cent of them as permanent native prairie. Ninety-five percent--950,000 of those acres--would remain open to oil development under this proposal. The last time I was up on Bullion Butte there was a 4-wheeler rally going on. Under this proposal, they'd have to ride their 4-wheelers on that 950,000 acres that are not off limits to motorized vehicles. That ought to be enough room. That’s a pretty reasonable proposal, don’t you think?

Despite its vast areas of wide open spaces, North Dakota has surprisingly little Wilderness area now—about 40,000 acres, divided among the Chase Lake and Lostwood National Wildlife Refuges and Theodore Roosevelt National Park. (If you click on any of those links, you’ll go to great day trip planning sites.)

So why am I writing about this proposal? Well, just last month, South Dakota U.S. Senator Tim Johnson announced that he would introduce a bill in Congress this year to designate between 40,000 and 50,000 acres of the Buffalo Gap National Grassland east of Rapid City, South Dakota, as Wilderness. An area similar to our own Little Missouri National Grasslands here in North Dakota. So some of us think the timing is right to initiate this effort in North Dakota too.

I hope BCA is successful. I hope we get our North Dakota Senators to introduce a bill too. If you want to help, send me an e-mail. Or e-mail Jan Swenson, BCA’s executive director, and ask her how you can help. Or just go ahead and contact your Senators or Congressmen. This takes an Act of Congress. Somebody has to sponsor it. It’s a reasonable proposal. One of them should be willing to get the ball rolling. It’s time to get this done.

It’s too late for Bell Lake. But not for Bullion Butte.

Tuesday, March 02, 2010

Don Hoak


Okay, here’s a true story about the beauty of living long enough to be a part of the technological revolution of the 21st century. Read: Facebook.

Last week, Lillian became Facebook Friends with a mutual friend of ours from our separate earlier lives, Rick Watson. In a note to her, he mentioned an old story I had recounted to him years and years ago, that goes like this.

It was 1960, I was 12, living in a big old house in Hettinger, North Dakota, a house that sat on four city lots which used up about half a block. The house was on one of the lots, and the lot beside it to the west had a big old cottonwood tree in which we had built a tree house. Behind that was the lot with the barn on it, and next to that was the neighborhood baseball field. It was the best place a father could ever give a son to grow up on. Thank you, Dad.

On the other end of the block was the Reinke house, home to my best friend for a couple of summers, Max Reinke. Max and I hung out a lot. There were two houses in between us, the Beaumonts and the Stedjes. The Stedje boys, David and Philip, were older than us, the Beaumont kids, Mark and Ron, younger, so we didn’t play with them much, although I think they did join in the regular baseball games. There were a lot of boys around my age in our neighborhood then– within one block of our house lived Meisners, Petersons, Erdmans, Ladwigs, Clements and Marions – enough boys (no girls allowed) that we could usually get up a game with five or six players on a team, and we had some good games.

We also collected baseball cards—remember them? A penny a card, and a stick of bubble gum in each one. Nickel packs had six cards, with just one stick of gum, although it was bigger than the penny sticks. If you were a serious collector—and Max and I, as a team, were serious—you tried for every card. If, by World Series time, you had every single card, which would be more than 500 with all the players and coaches, all-star and team picture cards and checklists, you’d be the envy of every kid in town. It took every penny of our measly allowances—which meant we had to forsake Milk Duds and Will’s Sunflower Seeds—to end up with all the cards. The cards were issued throughout the summer in series, so as each new series came out, you tried to get every card in that series. You often got duplicates, so from time to time you’d set up trading sessions with other collectors who had a duplicate of a card you didn’t have. That went on all summer. Each year, it seemed, for some mysterious reason, there’d be a shortage of one or two particular cards. In 1960, in Hettinger, one of the missing cards was Don Hoak, third baseman for the Pittsburgh Pirates (who went on to win the World Series that fall on Bill Mazeroski's home run in the bottom of the 9th inning in the 7th game of the Series).

That summer, for the first time ever, Max and I managed to get every card as the season neared an end, except for one—Don Hoak. Then, one day shortly before school started (note to the North Dakota High School Activities and School Board Associations: It started after Labor Day back then, and we turned out all right), Max and I got Don Hoak, the last card in our collection for the year. We were sitting out in our yard, looking through our cards, gloating over Don Hoak to anyone who came by, when Philip Stedje came walking over. He was a collector, and did not have Don Hoak. Philip was also a “big kid,” a couple years older, and taller and heavier than us. We flouted it just a bit too much, Philip got very mad, grabbed it out of my hand, and RIPPED IT IN HALF! I don’t think we cried, but we were certainly in shock as he left. I think we scotch taped it back together as best we could and put it in its proper spot with the rest of the Pirates, but it certainly spoiled our amazing achievement of getting all the cards. It almost never happened in Hettinger, and it took a little bit of the glow off. Our complete collection now had one ripped card in it.

Still, we had done it. Now, because we were co-owners of this collection, we had the problem of determining who was going to possess it. Long discussions ensued, and we came up with the perfect solution: We boxed it, wrapped it in plastic, dug a hole, and buried it in the side yard of our house, just east and a little south of the tree house. I can pretty much still see the location in my mind’s eye. It was going to be our own personal time capsule, a treasure to be dug up after many years and maybe provide a fortune for our older years.

And then, like all kids, we moved on. Our family actually bought a house in the north part of town and moved. Max and I drifted apart. Philip went away, to Concordia, I think—his family was very important in the Lutheran Church. I graduated from high school a year or so before Max did, went off to Dickinson State College. Max turned out to be a pretty good athlete and I think went to UND, and then became a basketball coach. The cards, as best I knew, remained buried and forgotten. I think Max went and dug them up, though, some years later. Seems to me one of his brothers told me that at a Hettinger reunion.

But back to Facebook. Rick had asked Lillian to ask me about the baseball cards in a Facebook note. I got curious and went and looked on Facebook for Max. Sure enough, there he was. He has a skeleton of a page. I requested that he become my Facebook Friend this morning. No response yet. Then I wondered about his big brother, Rod, so I typed in his name. Yep, there he was, too. I requested he become my Friend. And then I glanced at Rod's list of Friends, and guess who was right at the top: Philip Stedje! So I asked him to become my Friend too.

Now I’ll wait to see if I get any response from the Reinke homes or the Stedje home. I hope so. I think Philip at least owes me a glass of wine for that dirty thing he did 50 years ago this summer. And Max—well, he might just owe me for half the value of those baseball cards. I’m retired now, just like we dreamed of 50 years ago. I could use the money.