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In the Lands of the Pte Oyate


Sun, Oct 8th, 2000
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Monday, September 25, 2000

Sunlight shimmering, my wife Connie and I wrestle with the wind as we set up our campsite. Howling out of Nebraska, the stiffly blowing southern gale threatens to rip the ground cloth from our hands while we fumble with hammers and stakes and the furiously flapping tarpaulin. A nearby tent, its owners conspicuously absent, lies overturned, a twisted jumble of canvas and tent poles weighed down by an unknown heap of internal paraphernalia and whipping madly in the breeze like some tumbled-up ground hugging flag.

Exasperated, I give in. After all, this late August day in the Badlands has been a hot one. Not just hot but dry too, exceedingly so, just like the seemingly endless procession of days just before it. Holding our unruly blue tarp in place literally by the "seat of my pants," I dream of cold beers and visually survey our surroundings.

The soil is parched and cracked. Sparse vegetation, a mixture of shorter prairie grasses and other plants adapted to more arid conditions, is sun burnt and scorched golden brown. Lonely, widely scattered small pockets of trees alone seem vigorous, life-filled and green. One careless spark, a single stray ember would ignite nearby dried plants in an instant, unleashing, even on a day far less blustery than this, a fast moving searing circle of flame racing ever outward to blanket and blacken this sun-baked, desiccated land. An open campfire, no matter how well contained, will be out of the question tonight.

To the east, at a distance of perhaps 1000 yards meanders Sage Creek, now just a broken series of muddy puddles and pools of unmoving silt-laden water. This natural gash in the grassland, with sheer dirt-sided banks in some places nearly 30 feet tall, snakes away to disappear both northward and southward. Farther out, maybe a half-mile beyond Sage Creekís shores, lays a sizeable rounded top knob, the first in a wave-like procession of similar hills stretching away to wall off the horizon. Slowly moving chocolate brown spots strewn here and there at the base of these buttes finally register in my brain, living, breathing beings that can only be Bison.

Rejuvenated, I point out our distant giant neighbors to Connie and grudgingly rejoin in her labor. The far-off buttes and their Bison, the American Buffalo to some, beckon us and speeds me along with my work. Our tent, apparently more wind-worthy then that of our missing human companions, is buckling and be .....
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Assignment: Manhattan

Sun, Oct 8th, 2000
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Monday, October 2, 2000

Itís not every day that Iím given an opportunity to go to a star-studded gala at Radio City Music Hall filled with famous celebrities and rock ní roll stars. But a couple weeks ago, such an invitation came my way, and t ..... 
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Soybean Dust

Sun, Oct 8th, 2000
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Monday, October 9, 2000

My family and I went on a short shopping trip last Saturday. It turned out all right despite having to go into stores and having to buy things. Our almost-sixteen-year-old son tried on navy blue blazers in several store ..... 
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A revolutionary idea

Sun, Oct 8th, 2000
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Monday, October 9, 2000

"Are you going to watch the debates tonight?" someone asked me last Tuesday.

"No, I don't have a dog in that fight," I responded, using a George Bush, Sr. analogy for "No, I'm not going to watch the debates."
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Samís bath

Sun, Oct 8th, 2000
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Monday, September 18, 2000

It was a beautiful Saturday morning, a day that you might expect to enjoy in June rather than September. My dog, Sam and I took a walk through the woods while my wife was entertaining some of her friends out on the d ..... 
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Journal Profile # 80

Sun, Oct 8th, 2000
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Name: John Goutcher
Home: Preston
Age: 60
Profession: Retired High School Educator/Administrator
Family: Wife Shirley, Son
Jeff, Daughter Jennifer
Personal Hero: Moses, he took a large grou ..... 
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Buttered Squash Bake

Sun, Oct 8th, 2000
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1/3 cup soft margarine
1/4 cup sugar
2 eggs
1 (5 oz.) can evaporated milk
1 teaspoon vanilla
4 cups cooked squash
ē Place in greased 7x11 in pan. Bake, uncovered, 45 mins.
Topping:
1/2 cup Rice Krispies
2 tablespoons marga ..... 
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10/9/00

Sun, Oct 8th, 2000
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Max, Maxxximum, Madcap, Cartoon, Food for thought, Fud 4 thot

Monday, October 2, 2000

Sun, Oct 8th, 2000
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NO LETTERS TO THE EDITOR WERE RECEIVED THE WEEK OF OCT. 9


To the Editor,

The question has been asked, "Are we better off today?" The answer would be "NO" for us who live in Rural American.

There are many so-called s ..... 
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