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During what seems like a lifetime ago -- because it was -- I worked as a laborer at a copper refinery in Sahuarita, Ariz. Laborer is Latin for one who does what nobody else will do on the cheap and, most days, I found myself on the wrong end of a shovel for eight-plus hours. One day my supervisor told me the bin under the scrubber was plugged and I needed to climb inside and use a steel pipe to unplug it. The material, normally very hot, had been allowed to cool so I could climb in without burning up. Once inside, I realized that part of allowing it to cool was greatly overstated.
I've spent a lot of my adult life in states that bordered Canada. When I was publisher in Havre, Mont., only 40 miles south of the border, we took a few trips to the Alberta cities of Medicine Hat and Calgary. Crossing the border was simpler then. After 9/11 it required a passport. Not being a world traveler, I just never got around to acquiring one until moving to Dickinson. As a result, I hadn't visited Canada for more than 10 years. On Tuesday, I crossed the border north of Crosby on my way to Regina, Saskatchewan, to attend the Williston Basin Petroleum Conference.
My focus since the day I was hired as publisher of The Dickinson Press was to ensure that the opinion page was the medium for discussion in our communities. Arriving in the fall of 2007, I heard from some in the community that the newspaper had not always been receptive to letters to the editor or op-ed pieces. Knowing that the true measure of a newspaper is how engaged readers are, we made every effort possible to ensure you had every opportunity to voice your opinion. Due to space considerations, we do have a one letter to the editor limit per person per 30-day period and 400-word limit.
Most worthwhile wisdom I have acquired was outside of any classroom or textbook. I also know, for a fact, I never learned anything while talking. One of the best places I've received valuable information is while sitting in a barber's chair. Barbershops, I have learned, are a great source for good and bad information -- not only from the barber but customers as well.
There is a lot going on in North Dakota's oil country and, depending who you talk to, more good than bad. The oil boom has resulted in a population increase unlike anywhere in the country. Most of the people moving here for work are hard-working folks who are just trying to make a living. You have to admire their pioneer spirit to leave their homes and in a lot of cases families to work in North Dakota. Working in the oil industry can be dangerous and requires highly skilled employees with a keen eye on safety for themselves and their co-workers.
Something magical happens every spring and that magic is baseball. Baseball transcends generations like no other because it is the national pastime whereas other sports are a game. Playing a simple game of catch with your father and then later with your son or daughter will make you understand the magic of baseball. I can't remember where my reading glasses are 95 percent of the time, but I can remember my first baseball mitt. My father, after he gave it to me, showed me how to oil and tie a baseball in the web to create the perfect pocket.
Not opening the Painted Canyon overlook this summer shouldn't be an option. There has to be a way to safely allow for motorists passing through our state to enjoy the breathtaking beauty of Theodore Roosevelt National Park for a few moments, even if the National Park Service can't figure it out. People will stop to take in the view with or without an exit ramp -- and that will be awful dangerous with the increased traffic in western North Dakota. Sorry at first glance if closing the overlook seems like the easiest way to make a statement about how the sequester effects TRNP.
Like many folks, there are lots of little things that drive me nuts. They say don't sweat the little things, and I know everything really is little unless, of course, they affect you. I'll admit to feeling my blood pressure rise when life's little things happen to me. The car won't start; power goes out during a football game, no milk in the fridge, waiting in line to cast a vote and like-type calamities that happen daily, if not hourly.
A Montana bus driver who was warned by police that a passenger could be problematic said it was helpful that she had experience working with a mentally-impaired relative when it came time to get a delusional man off of the bus this morning. An ambulance transported a passenger to St. Joseph's Hospital after Dickinson area law enforcement responded to a 911 call at 5:30 a.m. Saturday. The call was made near the Taylor exit off Interstate 94 from a Trailways bus headed to Miles City, Mont., from Fargo, bus driver Cindy Ward said.
This week the employees at The Dickinson Press join others in our industry in celebrating National Newspaper Week. The Press celebrates 125 years of publishing this year as well. Despite what you may have heard from electronic media, newspapers are not a dying industry, quite the opposite is true. Radio was said to be the death of newspapers in the 1920s, television in the 1950s and surely they said the Internet would signal the end of our business in the 1990s.