A New Slant on Things

Central Avenue, Great Falls, Montana, looking west, toward the civic center. I didn't know they still had front-in diagonal parking anywhere, but they do here. They also have extremely attentive meter readers. We were able to avoid tickets, but one time was almost too close for comfort.

Inside the tipi at the visitor center at First Peoples Buffalo Jump State Park. The kids on the various school field trips there probably did not appreciate what they were seeing and hearing about what it took to herd buffalo (more correctly, bison) miles and miles ending with leading them to run off the edge of a cliff. We adults, on the other hand, found it simply amazing.

You Can Go Home Again

You just can't go inside 44 years later. We moved to this house, in Great Falls, Montana, the spring of my second grade year. We moved out two-and-a-half years later, to a rental house one street. The trees in the front yard were much smaller then, and the front yard was much bigger then. Or perhaps it was because my legs were so much shorter then.