I suppose you could call this a cheese sandwich. Maybe a double quarter pounder of Minnesota bleu separated by Vermont cheddar. It tastes good. A little crumbly but that is what a small piece of bread is for. This one shipped well from Vermont.
This big hole is part of the expanding Emergency Department and Walk-In Clinic at Saint Vincent Hospital. Watch this space. I imagine they are expecting a whole lot more patients once health care reforms are fully implemented.
This is taken somewhere on Highway 200 between Missoula and Great Falls. I thought for a minute or two I was somewhere in the outback of Australia. I wonder if the geologic features are similar. The grass is fairly green up here and especially so when you get to a river. It suddenly turns from light green to dark green. This must have been a welcome sight to those who were exploring these parts in the 19th century.
This is a large stone with a hole in it that sits in the entrance to this Irish pub in Missoula. I tried some soup called Colcannon which is the usual Irish mixture of potatoes and chicken and cream and cabbage. It was very good.
I also ordered an appetizer said to be Irish spring rolls. This turned out to be 3 large rolls divided in half and stuffed with cabbage and corned beef and some really hot spices. This was surrounded by some pastry a little thick and tough. It was good but not great, and too much for one person.
I was on my way to the Mustang-Osprey baseball game so I did not sample the Guiness which I am sure was good. This place looks like it could be a winner.
Photo Notes from the front lines of downtown Billings this past Saturday morning. Lots of home-grown good food, interesting pictures, ladies without makeup, musicians, sticky buns, spring rolls, babies in what appear to be combat-ready folding strollers, old folks, young folks, and in-between folks.
There was lots of sweet corn but they didn't let you look at it before you bought it. Right, we got stung.
Every Saturday 'til some time in October I suppose or maybe until the first frost comes round.
Like watching the tearfilled ending of Puccini's masterpiece, Madame Butterfly, you keep hoping that the Billings Mustangs will do something different and maybe the ending will be different, but you know in your heart, at least for the summer of 2009, that is not how life works out.
The Mustangs lost 3-0 to the Helena Brewers. I listened to the crowd in different places tonight. Only a few were unhappy. Most people knew what the outcome was likely to be. They were accepting, almost serene. But they also knew what had happened last night. Amazingly, two walk-off home runs, something not seen this year at Dehler Park, had enabled the Mustangs to win a Pioneer League double-header.
So hope is not entirely beaten out of us. And therefore, almost everyone stayed to the end. They all gave our Italian pitcher a warm send off back to his home to play in World Cup games for Italy. He did well. Our batters have failed us all year but we are forgiving fans. We will be back next year.