It’s time to bring in the garden harvest here on the Northern Plains. Our ranch, even with its incredibly poor soil, has always hosted a garden of one kind or another.
TOWNER, N.D. — I was honored to give the Memorial Day address in West Fargo, N.D., at the Veterans of Foreign Wars Arthur W. Jones Post 7564. It was a day of remembrance and gratitude, and the hall was filled with veterans, families and citizens ranging in age from young children to our greatest generation.
TOWNER, N.D. — If my first two marathons were my response to an early mid-life crisis, then this marathon I’m about to run at the age of 41 would be a more typically timed mid-life indulgence. Granted, a mid-life marathon is a lot cheaper than a hot little sports car; more family friendly than a divorce and a girlfriend half my age; and healthier than most any other physical, mental or chemical addiction you can name.
TOWNER, N.D. — Growing up, most of our pastures had herds of cattle or a small band of horses on them. But one small pasture, close to home, was occupied by old steel and antique iron. It was a little boy’s imagination playland better than most manufactured specifically to amuse.
TOWNER, N.D. — There’s a few things a kid just has to have if they’re going to be an all-around, outdoors-loving kid — a good collection of rocks, sticks and feathers; a jackknife just sharp enough to cut your finger and make it bleed; and a hand-crafted treehouse suitable for both playing and pondering the great mysteries of life that only a kid can ponder.
TOWNER, N.D. — They say you can pick your friends but you can’t pick your family. That may be the case but I sure feel like I had pretty good luck of the draw in being dealt the family I got.
TOWNER, N.D. — It’s funny the things that people notice about you. Whether you’re tall or short, smiling or scowling, overweight or underweight, crisply dressed or sloppily dressed, the color of your skin or your eyes, what you have on top of your head.
TOWNER, N.D. — I’ve done a few things in life that might seem a little out of the ordinary for a cowboy and a rancher. I ran a marathon in Chicago, I went to a Black Eyed Peas concert, I heard a symphony perform in Carnegie Hall in New York and I once ordered a fish sandwich at McDonalds. Not typical cowboy stuff.
TOWNER, N.D.—When I was learning how to drive, Dad started me out with the pickup in the hay field. Keep it in first gear ‘til you get the hang of it, he told me. The only obstacles were some duck sloughs and hay stacks.
TOWNER, N.D. — After a long hiatus from my old running days and marathon training, I’ve decided to lace up the sneakers and start pounding the gravel roads and trails around the ranch again. Why on earth would a guy run when there are so many other perfectly good modes of transportation out there?