Shine a flashlight at those indents, and you can still see the fingerprints left by a man who will never be named, yet who was that first step in creating a building that would carry the memories and laughter of generations of faculty, staff, and students who would share that building in the decades to come.


A Quick Passing of the Past

Not all buildings can be saved. Not all buildings should be saved. But, when there is a collection of public buildings, all within sight of each other, each unique in construction and character, each filled with North Dakota history of over a century, we need to take note and make extra effort to conserve those remaining bits of the past.

Sh*t Hole Countries

So, I’m not surprised by the words that Mr. Trump spoke. Because, for seventy years, he has held his head high and looked down on anyone who wasn’t him. And this is why he can’t understand that people are the same. Every last one of us. We have our own basic needs. We love our families, we care about our friends, we want to live in peace, with a fair wage, and dreams to succeed.

Once it’s gone

Once it’s gone, it’s gone. Once the ground has been pierced for one more oil well, cracked open for one more coal mine, or bulldozed flat for one more factory it can’t be put back to the way that it was. This development might not be bad if jobs are created, and if those managers and owners of drillers, miners, and development are also stewards for the land that they are scarring. That the suffering of the land, the dirtying of the skies, and the poisoning of the rivers leads to an improvement for our overall quality of life and a bettering of our natural world in the future. But I don’t think that this is possible right now. Because this is the time of blatant greed, of naked attempts at taking land by use of personal power. Of getting rid of any rule or regulation that hurts the bottom line, even if it destroys land, water, or air for others. Of paying many people much less so that a few can make a lot more. This is the time of tearing down the old because it’s old, without regard for the longevity of what will be put in its place. History has a record of what happens to growth under these conditions, and it usually doesn’t end well.

April 19, 1997

Most of the time I don’t even think about The Flood. But, like water, every once in a while the memories seep in and fill the mind. Normally this happens at times that are totally unexpected, set off by a sound, or a smell. And, like the water, the memories surface, swirl around awhile, then float away. Those events of twenty years ago have been weighing heavily on my heart and mind for the last month or so, brought to the surface by the twentieth anniversary, and held there by all that has changed in my adopted home over the last two decades.