Hey! It's Monday, so I 'll start by writing about Friday.
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I didn't take my camera to the Hockaday Museum, after all, but I had a good time listening to Dave Walburn's music Friday night. He autographed my copy of his CD, and attracted about 40 people to the place. Anita Ho, a new science professor from my college was there and I'm glad she showed up! She recently moved here from another community college in LeGrand, Oregon -- a even smaller place, I'm told. "You don't have things like this in LeGrand!" she said, referring to our Art Museum and the CD party.
(It takes a lot of community support to do it HERE. We depend completely on contributions and grants to make these things happen.)
More about Saturday -- I guess I should talk about garage sales, since I promised to do so.
The Hockaday Museum coincidentally had one on Friday and Saturday. My wife and I didn't go, but I checked out the stuff just before the CD party. Yes, there was a lot of drek that we were better off without, but there was one cluster of items I found remarkable: Large 2 1/2 X 4 foot posters on foam-core board, laminated, with B&W images of James Stewart, Tom Mix, Bill Cody, and one other movie star I don't remember, advertising Stetson hats. No, we don't need that clutter, but I figure they belong someplace. BTW -- those two events are no longer shown on the Hockaday website, I've updated it.
Garage sale itinerary:
From Birch Grove Community Hall, in the center of Flathead Valley, to the west shore of Flathead Lake, with a few stops on the rather ramshakle west side of Kalispell, the elegant east side of Kalispell, and odd pockets of converted agricultural areas that have been surrounded by urban sprawl -- outbuildings turned into apartments, small tract developments next to trailer courts, and a fire hall in an agricultural district that is losing acreage to houses on a daily basis.
Birch Grove is not a lie -- there's a white wooden building in the middle of massive birches turning color with the Autumn, halfway between the meandering, still-rural Whitefish River and "Costco," the massive warehouse store on dangerously busy Highway 2. We bought nothing there, but watched Marion and her husband sell out the contents of their booth to an antique dealer. Further up the road, toawrd the Whitefish River, I picked up some Science-Fiction paperbacks by Joanna Russ, with the most lurid, misrepresentative covers I've seen in a long time. Earlier in the day, I'd bought 3 books in west Kalispell -- A 1909 Sears Catalog reprint, "Flying Saucers On Attack" from the mid-50's, and "Years to Remember; America 1945-1955" by John Gunther, illustrated mostly with photos from Life Magazine.
I was born in 1949, and I was either too young to know about these events, or wasn't even born when they happened.
I only recognised two images from my early youth -- Hopalong Cassidy and Howdy Doody. I can't remember hearing the name Eisenhower until first grade, when the 1956 elections were held, in retrospect.
Science Fiction gets one catty sentence, plus a goofy shot from the Captain Video set, a show I only know through reading, with a reputation for embarassing cheapness.
The rumor of "Flying Saucers" gets most of another page, plus a big, obviously-doctored photo. I don't know when I'll get around to reading the "Saucers" book. I'd seen and read enough on that subject by the time I was in 5th grade to cross "alien contact" off my list of possibilities. Ironically, reading well-written Science Fiction in those days helped develop my young ability to weigh evidence, without losing my imagination, and to expect more than "little green men' or "bug-eyed monsters" from extraplanetary life.
So there's a couple of reasons why I go "Garage-sailing:" It's a way of learning your own community better, simply by finding the dam' addresses. You'll also find out which neighborhoods are more or less prosperous by what they're selling!
My second reason is culture -- I really like to see where we've been, and even when I don't buy anything, I take note of furniture, lamps, books, records, pictures, and other artifacts from different times.

SUNDAY -- wha'did I do yesterday?
NFL Football ( no ESPN, of course) while I did some household chores -- gotta get ready for winter!
The afternoon was so nice, my wife and I ran off to nearby Lone Pine State Park and hiked around. I took some smokey pictures of Flathead Lake & Valley, but we mostly explored -- it was awfully dry and dusty under the trees. When we got home we got in the canoe and paddled around Middle Foy's Lake a few times, followed by a barbeque on the deck. As I cooked, I saw Chicago squeak by Oakland, and Donovan McNabb hold off Washington. (Take THAT! ESPN)
After sunset I updated the Hockaday site, and made a little spare change.