thanks @immatthewj I thought you still lived there. My neighbor left about 30 years ago but still goes back once a year or so.
Yeah, you know, Griz, starting in ’89 we’d fly back once a year to visit Mom & Dad, and them Mom died in ’92 and I was still making the trip via NorthWest Airlines, and then in ’99 my Dad sold me a car he said he didn’t want anymore (by choice, and also by virtue of being a mechanic I used to drive HORRIBLE cars) and then i started driving (2000 miles one way) and I enjoyed the drive so much that, up until June of ’08, I’d make the drive two or three times a year.
And the air is crisper and cleaner and it smells better, and there is a lot less traffic and life just seems simpler all around, and those short visits I’d make brought back all of the memories that made me miss the state. But then when I would stop and give it some extended thought, I’d remember a whole lot of bad memories and reasons why I left and really didn’t want to go back to stay. Although I did think about it. Going back to stay, that is.
Here’s a sample memory that came back to me, kind of like a flash cube. It’s not the reason I don’t choose to go back and stay, but it kind of sort of represents my memory of the mainstream Montana attitude.
Back when I was in HS, so this would have been prior to ’77, there was a brutal murder (bludgeoning) of a young female school teacher in Conrad, Montana, a town about 50 miles away. Unlike what the series Yellowstone portrays, murder is not an everyday occurrence in Montana, and this made the front page of one of Montana’s big newspapers, The Great Falls Tribune, and was generally big news. As it turned out, the murderer, Duncan McKenzie was tried and convicted and sentenced to death by hanging.
Back in those days, one of my running buddies was the son of a prominent attorney and Montana being the sparsely populated state that it is, my buddy’s dad (from 50 miles away) became one of the state appointed lawyers for the defendant. And he was tasked with the appellate process which he used to keep the defendant off of the gallows for quite a while. So he did his job. (Eventually, I believe McKenzie was hanged.)
Sometime when I was still in HS, my buddy and I were out drinking at this bar in the tiny "town" of Santa Rita (more like a wide spot on a narrow stretch of highway a bit south of Canada) that would serve minors. A couple of farmer/ranchers were in there drinking as well, and they recognized my buddy as the son of this attorney who was representing McKenzie, and they started pushing my buddy around and bullying him and pretty much trying to start a fight as an excuse to beat him up. And this was due to the McKenzie case. I was doing my best, seeing as how this was my friend, but these guys weren’t having it, and they were big tough individuals and we would not have had a chance. One of them said to me that they didn’t have a problem with me, it was about my buddy, but I better stay clear.
Anyway, nothing serious happened. But this attitude was not exclusive to those two farmers. Being the attorney’s son was a friend of mine, and everyone knew about the McKenzie case, I heard a lot of negative things said about his dad. This was the attitude. Screw the constitutional process and lets get it over and hang McKenzie and anyone who believes in following the constitutional process through on this one is our enemy.
So that is kind of the attitude I think of when I think of mainstream Montana.