Wednesday, November 25, 2020

And the dead shall rise again

Over and out
Just after Election Day I wrote a very angry
blog. Within which I outlined my hostility
towards those who had voted for Donald J.
Trump. Stating said support was a sign that
they'd compromised their moral and ethical
standards. And thus from then on I would
consider them "dead to me." About a week
later my perspective evolved from my "line
in the sand". Realizing that allowing Mr. 
Trump to split our country was foolhardy at
best. Since then I've tried to reject Trump's
very being. Assuming the less said - the
better. Not realizing any residual impact...
Historical precedence
Historically I was never a political creature. In
fact early in my life I was a Republican who
voted for Reagan, Bush,  and Dole. That alone
being ample proof that we all evolve, grow, and
change. It wasn't until Donald J. Trump entered
the fray that I spoke against him as a man. Not
because of his Republican ilk. Nor his pseudo
conservative agenda. But rather because of the
man himself. Who from my experience is just
a manipulative and self-absorbed scoundrel.
Yet from then on I was dragged down by his
negative influence. That is until I figured it out.
Ignoring the trumped up elephant in the room.
Alternative reality
What I didn't realize at the time was the power
of my influence. Not knowing that publishing
said blog would hurt many people who mean
quite a lot to me. Several who felt abandoned
on the wrong side of the line which I'd drawn.
Said residual impact causing pain long after I
had moved on to a different conclusion. And
for that I'm deeply sorry. This blog is a highly
emotional of the moment diatribe. Which may
drag innocent bystanders into its swirl. Hence
each entry is a snapshot in time. And this time
an ugly image of how broken my spirit and our
country seemed to be right there and then. 
Opportunity zone
Sadly I can't take back what I've said. Nor can
I heal the pain my words caused. But if I hate
anything - I loathe the fact that my thoughts
hurt, insulted, and slurred many. I'm not God.
Nor do I assume that I'm always right. If I've
learned anything about myself it's that I'm just
a piece of work in process. I make mistakes
all too often. Chances are more will soon join
said fray. That said, I apologize for what I said.
Even more important - am sorry for any hurt
my words may have caused. My hope is that
we can all forgive... and forget. Rising to the
occasion and getting on with living. Can we?

Tuesday, November 24, 2020

Eight Years of Doorbusters

Crazy eights
Today is my 2,920th blog entry. Eight years ago
I sat down in Dallas at our dining room table to
initiate this stream of consciousness. And if I've
learned anything since it's when one door closes
another opens. On November 24th, 2012 I was
still recovering from an emergency exit. After
almost five years at J.C.Penney I'd been walked
out of corporate HQ. Just another casualty of a
maniac's failure to reinvent said retail stalwart.
To this day I'm proud to have stood up for what
I knew was right. Sadly further attempts to save
the brand continue to struggling. This week the
JCP team also exited the same premises forever.

Time well spent
Eight years later - Frank and I are living our
dream come true in Lewistown, Montana. Two
jobs and a few years in Manhattan in between.
The other day Frank noted our historic home -
better known as the Passion Pit is our longest
primary domicile in twenty five years. Having
moved in the summer of 2014 - we purchased
it less than two months after I started the blog.
So any of those loyal enough to have followed
montanaroue' since the beginning joined in on
it's transformation. As I just said to my sister-
in-law this morning - we're in nothing else all
exercises in never-ending evolution.
Either you're in or out

So much has changed over the last eight years.
Most for the better. However theres one aspect
life that in my opinion changed for the worst.
With the advent of a now nameless (and to me
non-existent) man - our American system of
government almost imploded. Proof that one
bad player can virtually destroy two centuries
of democratic process. While soon to be gone
and forgotten - we cannot ignore what derision
has wrought. Hence it is our responsibility to
celebrate all that brings us together - not tears
us apart. Something easier said than done. So
let's hope it works. And we're the better for it.

Monday, November 23, 2020


Wait a minute...
Upon reflection I'm unwilling to wait
until Thursday to give thanks. Such
a delay is a thankless way to express
my gratitude. With or without a drum
stick, happiness and fulfillment are all
around me. Hence daily, hourly, every
minute - I can easily find something
to be grateful for. Therefore the very
least this man can do is acknowledge
the good in my life on a regular basis.
Equally important is to truly embrace
that even the most painful of life's
challenges are inevitably beneficial.

The longer the better
With age comes the realization that it's
best to enjoy every moment you've got.
Learning to embrace happenstance is a
a rather natural process. There's no way
that I can directly attribute my perpetual
state of bliss to anything specific. I must
confess that my simplest moments often
provide the most joy. Thus capricious or
unplanned events yield bigger and quite
better results. Hence I've learned to let it
flow. And once you can be open to just
about anything, magical things happen!
Reason enough to give thanks everyday.

C'mon get happy!
Theres so much to be thankful for.
Whether it's the sunlight filtering
through our Horse Chestnut or my
dearest friend's oldest jokes, I'm oft
amazed at what life has to offer. Is
happiness simply waiting for us to
discover it? Yet at this point in my
zen diatribe I feel the need to stop
for a reality check. Others may be
incredulous at the idea of some guy
who seemingly has it all must wax
on about nirvana. But before you
say "no thanks" think positively...

Turkey trot
When were you last truly thankful? Even if
your life in theory "sucks" I'm certain that
if you search deep down into your quagmire
you'll discover something to be grateful for.
We each have the power to shift from the
negative to the positive. That's the only way
to end the cycle of self mutilation. Begin by
acknowledging that there is a vast difference
between good in bad. However both provide
a context for improvement. You simply have
to be willing to stop the madness and move
along. Ready to start your own Thanksgiving
celebration today! Join the rest of us turkeys!

Sunday, November 22, 2020

7th Day Surprise: What's Cookin'?

For the next few days we're all focused on food, 
If for no other reason that it may fill the void
left by keeping our Thanksgiving distance.
Going solo ain't easy
So for those who will still be be stuck in the kitchen
you have our