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Greetings from this Norwegian-English guy on the day that everyone’s Irish.

And after all I’m kind of in the neighborhood right. It’s ‘less than 200 miles between Great Britain and Ireland but some 1600 to Norway.

The Irish of Notre Dame did their part barely helding serve yesterday by slipping past Princeton in the opening round of the Dance.

But did you know March 17, a day of cultural and religious celebration and an Ireland public holiday has been designated on the day of his death since the 17th century.

What is interested to me is that St. Paddies parades hit the bricks on a bevy of dates although let’s face it the state’s observation in Butte serves at the pinnacle.

So just why the green beer, the wearing of green and the corn beef and cabbage?

First of all the wearing of a green shamrock is customary today, but you knew that.

It is said that St. Patrick used the three-leafed plant to explain the trinity to the pagan Irish.

North America started celebrating the day publicly in the 18th century while it didn’t reach the island until two centuries later.

The first celebratory parade in Dublin didn’t occur until 1931.

During the some 30 years of conflict starting in Ireland in the sixties there was little such celebrations but since 1998 celebrations between the previously war-torn groups have been held.

Interestingly corn beef and cabbage can be found worldwide except in Ireland.

Irish cattle are viewed as workhorses not food used for their strength and milk and salted beef consumption was limited to the aristocrats.

With the British invasion came the introduction of the potato and public beef consumption.

Corned beef described the size of salt crystals to cure the beef but the taste was far different since the salt was size of corn kernels pushing the taste more to just salt.

Wikipedia surmises that since Lenten restrictions are lifted on the holiday, that explains why drinking alcohol, especially Irish whiskey, became vogue.

A 2001 football trip to Hofstra brought three of us to an Irish pub in Times Square one September.

Too much colored water took us quite late the next morning back to Grand Central and Hempstead – I vividly remember few on the train and since I wasn’t sure what town we were returning that wasn’t good.

And no cab service at the stop wasn’t great but we arrived safely.

Just sayin’



I want you to think about writing this down because when Memorial Day arrives next Monday – that’s right just three plus days from now you are going to wish you had listened better or wrote this down. That’s at least always my problem.

There are two parades in Ronan and Polson with the Ronan event starting at 10 a.m. followed by Polson at noon.

I say this only because is there nothing better than a small community parade and no finer annual get-together than Memorial Day.

And true it is another of those three-day weekends that we sometimes get confused.

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Float Mt Boat


It is about this time of year I begin getting itchy feet to ready some things for summer even though the weather has just begun to venture into spring.

While it certainly is not unusual for this time of year it sure seems like there has been a more days of precipitation and threatening and gloomy skies.

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The Final of Three


So here we are on day three of the Mt St Helens odyssey to travel to Kentucky.

And it has only taken us the better part of three episodes of imo where I again humbly request your indulgence.

Now scrambling for an explanation that would convince a patrolman to allow me to travel about 14 miles down I-90 through Spokane to the valley where I lived, I just did what anybody would do – I lied. No not really I basically reasoned through my entire day trip through the mounting ash and the need to get home in order to head back out to make it to the ABC bowling tournament in Louisville.

Communicative as I am he eventually relented and both my journey and the story continued as I made it to my valley exit and started contemplating the next leg of my journey.

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Just More Volcano


If you have never been across the North Cascades, it’s a trip you just have to make as much like the Treasure State one encounters the nuances of small-town life in a variety of different scenarios.

But my last trip between the Seattle area and Spokane presented a few less than normal situations mainly because Highway Two actually was closed to sll but emergency traffic.

Hold on as we make the trip almost four decades later.

I wasn’t going to allow the mere eruption of Mt St. Helens to curtail my customary trip to the ABC Tournament.

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Just a Volcanic Delay


Sometimes I am kind of surprised that anniversaries of dates that loomed so important in my life pass by without a thread of notice.

But I am fortunate to have a forum where I can later recount such occurrences as they come to mind even if just a few days past tense.

Thus is experiences surrounding the eruption of Mt St Helens which we all have some remembrance even after we approach the 40th anniversary.

I first recall something had occurred as I glanced at a television in the lounge of a bowling center in Tacoma, Wa. Where I was competing in the state mixed championships.

Glancing at the images with other startled patrons came the picture of a street light illuminated at mid-day in Yakima, a couple of hours driving time away, where falling ash from Mt St Helens had caused night lights to illuminate unbeknownst at the time to me and drastically changing not just my day but a week of travel plans.

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Golf Today


Well golfers as you listen it is not too late to participate in Friday’s Golf for the Griz event in Ronan.

And besides with proceeds assisting athletic scholarships to the University of Montana there is plenty of reason to jump aboard.

And I’ll be there to check you in at 11 a.m.

This annual event at the Mission Mountain Golf Course is always a popular outing promising plenty of fellowship, competition and just plain enjoyment.

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An Annual Trip


So how far does one have to venture out of the valleys of western Montana to encounter Ides of May snow?

Well it turns out that rather than venture to Glacier National Park over the weekend maybe I didn’t have to travel anywhere.

Because as it turns out some are forecast to pick up a little white stuff maybe as you are listening  or reading this.

But IMO went in search anyway even if that wasn’t the primary reason for heading up the road.

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Did You Know?


Did you happen to catch that there was a Roullier drafted last week in the National Football League.

Yes even though the family dropped the first i, he is related to Tim Ryan Rouillier, Nashville and St Ignatius’ own who soon will bring his symphonic presentation, Play Me Montana, June 17 at the Dennison Theater.

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Never Another like Chris

I gave you just a taste recently of my old buddy Chris Walterskirschen who recently died.

But I thought it turned out to be less about him and more about me and that was not my intent.

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Another RIP

We all grieve differently.

I have a great friend who attends seemingly everyone’s funeral even if he just knows a relative of the diseased.

That causes me to kiddingly relate that I think he just goes for the buffet.

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Sometimes the cynic in me is convinced, I’m sure like many of you, that annual celebrations are bout a ruse of the greeting card company in order to line rows of racks filled with specialty cards.

But I have to admit from a guy who keeps stacks of cards so I don’t get caught needing to rush to the grocery store at the last minute to send a usually belated card, come on folks honoring motherhood is one we all should be quick to participate in.

Since I don’t have a blood relative mother of any type remaining, this one just about slipped past me.

But thanks to a boys and girls club mid-week meeting when a conflict arose did I realize I hardly knew that May Day had slipped past let alone that Mom’s recognition also was at hand.

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RIP Your Honor


Fortunately for me I’ve only been sworn in by a Montana or us. District Court Judge and not sworn at but appearing in front of his or her honor can well be an imposing scenario.

But it has been several years since C.B. McNeill, who recently passed, looked down at me sternly from that bench in the Lake County Courthouse reciting to me my sworn duties as a Court Appointed Special Advocate for Children/Guardian ad Litem.

And while I entered his courtroom as a routine matter, there quickly was little doubt just who’s courtroom it was.

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Electronic recycling is upon us as items may be taken to the Transfer Station of Reservoir Road Saturday, the 20th but am I the only one while pleased there is somewhere I can take these things lament that in the case of printers it is less expensive to buy another device rather than replace the cartridge.

Talk about discouraging as I sit here with three different printers on line and now have purchased an additional device that arrived of course without an accompanying ink cartridge.

What can I say?

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Play Me Montana!!!!


A lifelong dream of Tim Ryan Rouillier reaches fruition this summer with an abundant dose of pomp and circumstance in his life story as told with symphonic music.

“Play Me Montana,” to be presented at the George Dennison Theater on the University of Montana campus June 17, utilizes the talented Hall of Fame musical writing of Alex Harvey and Charlie Black who parlay with Rouillier and the Missoula Symphony Orchestra to weave the story of Rouillier’s young life as the grandson of a Salish Indian at St. Ignatius on the Flathead Indian Reservation.

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Big Tilly


It seems I keep encountering folks who share stories from the past of folks relatively well known in the state.

But one of the most bizarre I have heard in some times came from the person it happened to and has since then been confirmed several times.

Along the lines of just in case you haven’t heard; You imagine how the stories flowed when the Butte boys arrived at the Football Hall of Fame inductions recently to share remembrances of Griz great Bob O’Billovich.

Hoop teammate Dan Sullivan probably waxed the most profuse but that’s for another time as this is a story about Mike Tilleman who departed school a year early to sign with Minnesota in, 65 the start of a four-team 12-year NFL career.

His professional career is certainly well documented including being the recipient of the Comeback Player of the Year after a 15-sack season returning from a bout with benign tumor.

But it is the off-the-field story that was most interesting to me and maybe more noteworthy.

Mike lived in Chinook, some 22 miles down the road from Havre where GMC was encouraging the big man to move his car dealership.

Well Mike, as I’m told, had no interest in doing so because he loved his three-story Chinook house and preferred to stay right where he was as a sugarbeeter.

GM kept after him and finally asked just what it would take to get it done and Tilleman advised them he wanted his house moved from one town to the other.

Like what I am sure has happened to many of us the company just said that’s no problem and even though power line etc had to be moved the Tilleman residence made it way down Highway Two to its current location.

Thus Tilleman Motors remains a Havre GMC dealership, one of several business enterprises the Tillman’s operate.

Yearly he brings a group of former NFL stars to go bird hunting on his property to raise money for MSU-Northern’s athletic program.

In New Orleans in 1970 Tilleman was named team MVP as an original Saint and was responsible for the block of All Pro Alex Karras on the record setting 63 yard field goal by Tom Dempsey at Tulane Stadium securing the victory over the Lions.

A bit of trivia eh

Just sayin’

Music n Optimism

Music to me is a faith healer and while I can’t attend all of the available offerings I get itchy feet this time of year and begin to figure out where I might lose myself for a few days.

My wanderings have decreased somewhat, especially since this medication that works so well puts me to sleep sometimes even standing up.

Altering the dose hasn’t seemed to be the answer because then it doesn’t effectively treat the malady.

And so tonight feeling a bit down in the dumps I knew right where to turn.

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Mick's Tim Ryan Rouillier's Story


A lifelong dream of Tim Ryan Rouillier reaches fruition this summer with an abundant dose of pomp and circumstance in his life story as told with symphonic music.

“Play Me Montana,” to be presented at the George Dennison Theater on the University of Montana campus June 17, utilizes the talented Hall of Fame musical writing of Alex Harvey and Charlie Black who parlay with Rouillier and the Missoula Symphony Orchestra to weave the story of Rouillier’s young life as the grandson of a Salish Indian at St. Ignatius on the Flathead Indian Reservation.

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Anger Revealed


I have long had a problem with anger.

And in my younger days, it was the root cause of a lot of problems.

And while I gave some thought about seeking anger management shortly after I got out of the military, I just never did and all these years later sometimes I am a ticking time bomb.

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About Writing

The nice thing about writing a pre determined multi day series is you know exactly when and hopefully what you are going to pen.

Thus a bit about short form story telling.

The precursor to blog, column or for that matter IMO writing occurred at a Poynter Institute seminar in Portland.

Dave Johnson, a reporter for the Lewiston, Id Tribune had published a soft cover book with his best columns entitled Everybody Has a story.

While the idea stuck the ideas fell by the wayside until I decided to research his column idea which amounted to calling names in the phone book until you foundf someone that would allow an interview instead of feeling an imposition.

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A Little Storytellin'


You have no doubt heard about writer’s block – that malady that temporarily sidelines anyone who writes for a living,

It happens to me only on occasion but it can leave you idly sitting at the keyboard wondering whether the words are ever going to land on the end of your two or four or maybe six fingers.

You can from that description easily discern what type of typist I am.

But eventually if you are writing a column vs. a news story where the facts of the situation rule something will come to mind and the next thing you know today’s assignment quickly reaches fruition.

And now 100 words in that is where I was today.

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