Scary Sandals
Thank God I read this warning label attached to my new sandals before I wore them outside.
It is a scary world out there! Live in it at your own risk.
Time Travel
I traveled through time last evening.
Jimmy Messina of Buffalo Springfield, Poco, and of course Loggins & Messina fame, performed in little Bigfork, Montana.
It was a great show.
I have to admit that, until recently, I had thought Messina the lesser talent of the Loggins & Messina duo — the jilted Art Garfunkle, if you will. But after hearing his masterful stage presence and, now, looking at his long musical repertoire, I realize that I was wrong. Very wrong.
Jimmy Messina is a powerhouse in his own right — a skilled and creative music writer, performer, and producer. I was blown away by how many great songs he wrote or co-wrote (let alone performed and produced). I had forgotten, but the concert brought them all back — one after the other. And now at the age of 70, he is a country/rock historical figure too — at the center of the Buffalo Springfield birthing of such legendary bands as Poco and Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young. Many would argue that he helped lead the way for the mega-successful Eagles as well.
Speaking of “Young,” fellow Poco founder and steel guitar extraordinaire Rusty Young sat in on a number of songs. He also played his hilarious Neil Young is Not My Brother.
Both Jimmy Messina and Rusty Young were in town for Bigfork’s Crown Guitar Festival.
Canoeing Days
I read a gratifying Facebook post from my son recently. It reminded me of a favorite, though apocryphal, Mark Twain quote:
When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years.
Here Is My Son’s Facebook Post:
Getting ready to make my return to the BWCA after a 25+ year “break” from each other. As I was building the canoe carrier, sifting through old maps of trips my dad and I took when I was younger and gathering the necessities needed for an ultralight trip into the wilderness, I began to reflect on my previous experiences up there.
My brain keeps bringing up childhood memories of crystal clear lakes, endless portage’s, torrential downpours, flooded tents in violent thunderstorms, unexpected snow squalls, cold nights and even colder mornings, Taking an unexpected swim thanks to leather pant wielding relatives, paddling until my arms were spaghetti and finally the victory trip to McDonalds on the way home when it was all over!
Looking at those old maps of my childhood and seeing the notes from trips past such as “great camp” and “death march” on one of the portage’s, I realized that my dad and I did a lot of really cool things and I just was too young to fully appreciate it. This time I make my return with my family almost 30 years later and the one thing I am going to miss the most is sharing the experience one more time with my dad…. but those old maps are going to make that trip one more time.
Hazy Days
Photo: Jill Valley, KPAX
Another summer of wildfires throughout the west with smoke filling the Flathead Valley nearly every day.
We could sure use some rain.
Signage
Marlene was enjoying pointing out the distant bison to the grand-kids … that is until she read the signage.
Background: she does not like even being in the same room as a “photograph” of a garter snake.
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