Friday Fragments

I thought I'd give you the official rules of requests.

It was quite a week in Montana. Fires, hail, AND an earthquake. And Lewistown had a "gustnado" which I guess is a small tornado, but it didn't do any damage.

If I ever write my autobiography, Paul thinks that I should call it "How Not To." I like it.

The morning after dinner at the governor's mansion, I cruised around Helena snapping some photos and reminiscing about the many times that I had been there.

The Roberston Draw Fire shows just how dry this area is right now. Praying for rain. We need it badly.

Note to self, Friday is your new garbage day and you should not call the cops on the neighbor who comes and puts your can out to get dumped. Got it.

Congratulations to both the girls and boys golf teams from Columbus. Both are Class B champs, and they got welcomed home with every emergency vehicle in the county.

I'm getting to where I dread every Wet Nose Wednesday. We've been introduced to some pretty great dogs.

If you played golf with me, I would warn you not to hit in here. This is a bad spot to be. It's called "Tree Jail." This is where bogies come from.

I haven't struggled so much trying to learn something since I took Latin during my senior year of high school.

Flakes Trip number 27 is going back to Secrets Akumal in January.

It looks like concerts without restrictions are finally coming back.