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When we first got married, we lived in a single-wide trailer on a chunk of land outside of Bozeman. The trailer was older than the two of us combined. Well, not quite, but it groaned and creaked like it.

Congratulations, you're still here!

Isn't that a little like how we all feel right now? We have hung on – maybe just by our fingertips – but we are still here.

In country music, picking wildflowers is a euphemism for the kind of shenanigans my 8- and 5-year-old daughters know nothing about. Their earnest cries to pick wildflowers is completely innocent and 100% literal.

Today, there is an increased recognition of the bonding process between man and animals. Pets are now referred to in politically correct circles as companion animals.

We’ve got a little 40-acre piece of ground that really isn’t much more than just a piece of ground. By that, I mean it doesn’t really grow much more than dirt except for a 10-yard strip along the north fence where the end gun from the neighbor’s pivot shoots over the fence.

When I was growing up, my family moved several times. I loved going with my parents to look at houses with the real estate agent.