Bill? Denise? Come hooooooommme!
Friday, June 30th, 2006By Kevin Woster
It’s hot and lonely up here on the mountain tonight.
I miss the man who carved this place, and dragged me kicking and whining up to the high ground - at least in the altitude or our hopes - of political debate.
I miss the woman who taught me how to look up telephone numbers without a phone book (it’s on the Internet!) and is halfway through an excruciating, extended lesson aimed at teaching me how to post a LINK with a blog thread.
Bill? Denise? Are you out there? Somewhere? Anywhere?
I hope so. Because I’m heading for central South Dakota in the morning, to cast a twister-tail jig into the fickle Missouri, visit St. Mary’s Cemetery in Reliance where my folks are buried and sample the always hospitable hospitality at the Garrigan house in Highmore.
If I get lucky, I might take in some of the 125th anniversary shindig at Miller.
It ain’t a trip to France, but it’ll do.
Problem is, I operate the moderation machinery for submitted posts here on the mountain with what amounts to a set of training wheels. Down on the plains, far away from the E-Z moderation setup designed especially for me by my more worldly associates, I can’t manage the management of this place.
So unless Bill or Denise show up - bless you both (And, yes, Sibby, I do believe, I do, I do, I do….) the mountain might be silent until sometime Monday.
Sorry. I do what I can, with what little skill I have.
Have a good weekend, either way.
