Well, apparently one woman's trash is another woman's treasure...along with about a half dozen neighborhood boys. The reclaiming of the garage from the abyss over the weekend created a pile of trash at the curb awaiting trash pick-up. As you may recall from my blog Sunday, the items that we believed had the potential for [...]
Tag: West Fargo
IDOBYKS
Every day on our way to and from school Cheyenne and I pass Keith Schoon's vehicle and yard. His vehicle sports the license plate IDOBYKS and his yard is filled with hundreds of bicycles. You may have read about Mr. Schoon recently in The Forum. The article focused on the fact that he was in violation of [...]
Infrastructure that is critical…
As a West Fargo resident I was glad to hear that the school bond passed. I will pay more in taxes tis' true, but I recognize that a key factor in ensuring a community's well-being is maintaining it's critical infrastructure. Roads, sewers, law enforcement, etc. are all well and fine, but that is not what [...]
Don’t mess with North Dakota!
There are some things that I just love about North Dakota. North Dakotans tend to have a no nonsense approach to life. There isn't a lot of hemming and hawing or pissing and moaning - if something needs to be done they tend to just do it. Case in point, the West Fargo folks who [...]
Faith outdoors…
With the available driving area becoming narrower with each snow on the streets Cheyenne and I travel to her school I have been taking an alternate route home. I used to just turn around and go back in the same direction from which I came - which was just fine when I didn't have to [...]
Do you know?
Here is my question of the hour - "It is 1:00 PM -do you know where your city's snow plow is?" Well, perhaps my asking the question already gives away my response, but what the heck - let me respond anyway. I do not know where my city's snow plow is. I haven't seen it [...]
Lovin’ Leroy…
It is quite an interesting commentary on one's life when one's emotional state is so heavily tied to snow removal. Today our street, a cul-de-sac, had a mean-sized drift at its entrance/exit point. I didn't realize this until after I used my lead foot to ensure that I would essentially launch out of my driveway [...]
THE NEW FORTY 