A life well lived

    Don Ryan passed away on April 25 2013. I always have referred to him as Mr. Ryan, and will continue to. I couldn't say he was a close friend , although I do know quite a bit about his life. Mostly told to me by my lovely daughter- in - law Brynn Brynn, who loved her GrandFather Ryan. As I was driving home today from Havre, a song came on the radio, a simple tune called " Thank You for being a friend" by Andrew Gold. I thought how many people would like to say that to Mr. Ryan. Me for one , Thank you for being concerned enough about us up here on the Hi-Line to call during the drought of 2005 to see if we were getting some rain, because you had been watching the radar " I just hoped that you were under that green blob" . Yes Mr . Ryan we were Thank You for being a friend. Thank you Mr. Ryan for standing up for us children who's Moms were confused about whether they wanted to carry a baby or not. But because of your work and influence they saw the light. Also thank you Mr. Ryan from the countless numbers of us whose Moms made the wrong choice, we know how you tried and cried.    Thank you for being a friend, of those of us who society just doesn't know where to put or how to deal with. The countless coat drives, clothing drives most done out of your own hard work and time because of you Mr. Ryan we were warm and felt cared for. And from all of us in Billings and beyond, thank you for Encouraging us to be givers to your causes, thank you for bringing us along. Mr. Ryan was a very succesful businessman in various ways. I've been told some of his capabilities for hard work, to get the job done. I was also told that his decision to retire at 55 or so was a quick and firm " That is it". His life was full , and now  as you meet Jesus in Heaven "Thank You for being My Friend, Mr. Ryan"

Boston Strong

       Feeling compelled to say something about the last few days in Boston Mass. First of all I love  the city and especcially the Red Sox , Fenway Park is one of my favorite places on earth. That said ,I'm pissed some of the things i've been hearing about the FBI interviewing the older scum in 2010 and then granting him citizenship on 9-11-12. Also the fact that they were on welfare, and other government assistance programs, all the while planning on killing children. Their mother , again on welfare , was arrested for shoplifting 1600 dollars worth of clothing, their family tree looks like something out of a reservation. I don't know if they were associated with Al Queada, or a couple of lone wolves, and I don't give a crap!  Until I  see a press conference with a panel of the leading Muslims in America , all saying enough is enough the Muslim faith will not let these cowards hide behind the Koran any longer , and show concrete examples of turning in the radicals. Until then I WILL CONSIDER EACH AND EVERY MUSLIM MY ENEMY AND MY COUNTRY'S ENEMY! I realize that sounds radical, and most of you won't agree with me, fine, I will be watching for that press conference. My 5 year old Granddaughter said this morning,"Ok this is how I see it ,They will go to Heaven and God will punch them in the face and say ""GO TO HELL"         whew thanks for letting me vent  my spleen, It's probably a good thing I live where I do, I might go weeks without seeing a Muslim on the farm.  Your thoughts?

thanks Bunky

     You're in luck , I will try to show you a glimpse of my day in Chester.  We recieved about 3 inches of wet snow last night and today so I took the opportunity to go into Chester for a few parts and supplies. After having good luck finding most of what we needed I decided to stop at the Grand Bar for a cold Beer, and to participate in the local dialogue.The Pan game was a buzz , there were 7 players , with room for one more, Bill was a regular but said I think I'll visit at the bar with Blackjack. That pleased me, Bill is a retired farmer , at age 87 who has lived an interesting life to date, he ordered a whiskey and water, which was placed before him as he finished saying water. Placed by the Tender named Larry Lapke, also known as Lap Dance Lapke, He is a Homosexual. And a fine Bartender. Over my shoulder I noticed an eclipse of the sun caused by BD Wickum. Short for Big Dumb Wickum, aptly named for both. The conversation was halted at first but started flowing nicely when Larry asked me of the Wolf kill on our place. So for the next 45 minutes I had them eating out of my hands ,there was oohs and ahhs and when Eldon staggered in, the story was ending, but he pleaded with me "Blackjack Sir may I please have another " So I  loaded up the old story machine and let her go. I did take a break to let Bill tell how he built ships in Vancouver WA in the early 40's as a welder . He told about welding off the side of the ships hanging by a rope for hours on end. Then Bunky and Deadbeat  Duane waltzed up to the bar and slurred "Watts Dis aboot a Wolfe." I was THE MAN, but alas it was time to go Two Beers and time to go. As I was leaving town I thought " Hey Stud why don't you buy your lovely wife a dozen roses for her birthday". So stopped in and the florist said it will be about a half an hour, ......Back to the Grand.  Walked in and the chorus of "Hey it's the wolf hunter",        I said I prefer "Wolf Killer thank you"  Hillarious had them all laughing , even Terry the 65 year old dude who washes clothes at the nursing home and he doesn't laugh much. Larry said" how about another on the house Blackjack" That was met with a chorus of cheers from an ever increasing throng of admirers. Jack Jake came up to me and uttered " Wellll yuuuyu  aarrrrer  a ggreeeatt aammmerrriiiicann Blaaaaccckkjjaack,'  then he started to sound like a farret in heat. So I thanked him and returned to my Peeps  .Just as I downed my last gulp of Bud Light number three.  and finished my epic storry of the 48 hours in Baab Mt , I was compelled to look at Bunky, which is ussually not something one would do, and noticed he wasn'tlaughing and his right eyebrow was raised, a telltale sign that my time was up. Time to leave, One must know when to say when, and if one doesn't, then pray you have a sleepy eyed Bunky around. One More thing like The Red Cross says "Give till it Hurts"..........that's what she said.......sorry

I so crazy

Good evening from that place I like to call The Farm. Which in fact is The Farm. A quick update 280 acres seeded to green peas , our first try at raising them went into moisture and ground worked  up well so should get off to a good start. We hope for 20 bushels to the acre and they will be sold to Columbia Grain locally and bagged to be shiped to the Middle East or Asia for soups and such. What a crazy world Huh Mr. Pips. Speaking of crazy......every morning I wake up to a song playing in my head.... over and over and over......always a different song  and always a bad song......this morning it was Bob Segar's "Night Moves".....I hate Segar......Just for the Hell of it last night while going to sleep I tried to tell myself to wake up to that song " Don't worry be Happy"  you know the one.  My experiment was a failure, "Looking for some night moves,  something something something news..".... Tonight I am dropping Acid and channelling Mr. Hunter S Thompson and see if he indeed did suffer from this Malady, my guess he did. wouldn't be so bad if The Four Seasons would make an appearance sometime, But NO I get Cher,    Neal Diamond,   throw in some Cindy Lauper and you get the drift.If my wife wasn't so God Damn pretty I would dread going to bed. ............Yes dear I'm on my way......."Don't Worry Be Happy Now"