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Cowboy Poetry

We pulled up to the country store to buy a soda pop.  We were hankerin’ for an Orange Crush, before our final stop.

The Montana Night Sky

The highlights of the Montana night sky in September are provided by the four bright planets, Venus, Jupiter, Saturn

This, Our Valley

 
“Blessed are those whose hearts are set on the pilgrim’s way…“ Psalm 84
 

Cowboy Poetry

Today I’m gonna teach you how to climb up on the saddle.

This, Our Valley

We did not all come over on the same ship, but we were all in the same boat.  – Bernard M. Baruch
 

Cowboy Poetry

I opened up my pocket knife and cut a piece of cheese.  The blade was sharp enough to shave and sliced the cheese wit

Hollowtop Smoke Signals

The word “change” often seems to be the word most used to portray modern life.  These days, one either adapts to chan

Cowboy Poetry

The trailer door was latched down tight.

Hollowtop Smoke Signals

Every summer, it’s the same scenario: an appalling number of tourists come out on the losing side of physical alterca

Our Pledge

When I was only six years old and barely in first grade, we stood and pledged allegiance to the flag before we prayed

You make promises to others but what promises do you make to yourself? Making appropriate commitments to yourself is essential for guiding your life in the direction you desire. If you don’t take care of yourself, no one else will. Start with a belief in

You make promises to others but what promises do you make to yourself?

COMMODITY INSITE

With the Independence Day, July 4th at hand it seems appropriate to put on hold talk about the Big Four: stocks, bond

This, Our Valley

 
“People are what they believe” – Anton Chekhov
 

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Cowboy Poetry

I’ve always had to stretch my legs when climbing to the saddle.  And now my age is telling me, “Each time you’ll have

Hollowtop Smoke Signals

A manipulative interpretation of a holiday

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