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This could be
the last time

March 10, 2022 by Dave Knadler

You always know when you’re experiencing something for the first time. But you can never be sure when it’s the last. After a certain age, most things take on an elegiac cast. Only later can you look back and recognize a final moment for what it was. And you always wish you’d paid more attention.  The older I get, the more I wonder about those last times, […]

Filed Under: american life, Me, montana, Writing

When beggars are choosers

July 21, 2013 by Dave Knadler

missoula beggars

I walk a lot, so I encounter a fair number of beggars. I used to think Jacksonville, Fla., was bad in that respect. There, it’s a rare stroll where I don’t get accosted at least once. But Missoula takes it to a whole other level. This time of year, you can’t go a single block without encountering at least a cardboard sign and semi-aggressive pitch from the […]

Filed Under: american life, montana

Doing a marathon the easy way

July 14, 2013 by Dave Knadler

Today we went out early to watch the Missoula Marathon. Tess, who has run a couple of half-marathons herself, takes great joy in cheering on the runners. I do too, although I take special interest in people who look as if they have no business on the course: the overweight, the elderly, the very young, the halt and the lame. Let’s just say I admire their moxie. […]

Filed Under: Me, montana

The girls with their summer pom poms

July 12, 2013 by Dave Knadler

This morning we were out walking past the University of Montana and came upon a large group of pretty girls practicing cheerleading moves. The amplified voice of the instructor, also a pretty girl, carried across the open lawn: “One, two, three and four; five six seven eight… don’t flex your hands.” The girls moved with a charming lack of unison; maybe it was early in the course. […]

Filed Under: american life, Me, montana

A poseur in the Capitol of Cool

July 11, 2013 by Dave Knadler

We have arrived in Missoula, Mont., after trekking 2,600 miles or so across this great nation of ours in a red Nissan Altima. The car is slightly worse for the wear; yesterday a chunk of wood detached itself from a logging truck on I-90 and knocked out the passenger-side mirror. So at least part of Day One in the Coolest City in the West will be spent […]

Filed Under: montana, road trip

Congratulations, Jim. You’re still famous

January 31, 2013 by Dave Knadler

I don’t know which surprises me more: That legendary actor Jim Nabors has married a man, or that he his, in fact, still alive. Seriously. I was under the impression that he had died four years ago. About the same time Abe Vigoda passed on. And now it appears Vigoda is still alive too. But you know the really remarkable thing about this? It’s that a Z-list […]

Filed Under: american life, montana

It’s all about the altitude

August 15, 2012 by Dave Knadler

Today I joined a couple of old friends for a hike up to Mount Aeneas, a minor peak overlooking the Flathead Valley on one side and Jewel Basin on the other. It’s a six-mile round trip with a view at the top that makes you think you’re pretty fit for an older man — until you encounter a half-dozen or so 8-year-olds running up to the same […]

Filed Under: montana, road trip

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