Presidential Visit
As it turned out, not everyone was happy with the Presidential Visit to Glacier Park
As it turned out, not everyone was happy with the Presidential Visit to Glacier Park
True, it was valuable waterfront, and yes, it had magnificent views, but there was a question about septic tank perc tests passing code . . .
When the East Glacier boys decided to get rich playing Fantasy Football, they hadn’t counted on the problem of converting buffalo chips (the only currency for bison in Glacier park and bison society in general) to a Visa or Amex card to pay on line . . .
It had been billed as a simple 12 step program, but to Buddy, who was just beginning to get used to the idea, it seemed like there were a lot more than 12 steps, and some of them pretty steep.
Everybody has their dream job, and most of Jack’s friends thought he had the job they wanted–testing fly fishing equipment in Glacier Park in Montana. While it was a good job, and in a tight economy he was grateful for this–or any job–but his real dream job had always been creating chocolate covered or creme filled snack cakes for Little Debbie . . .
John’s sister had moved from Montana to New York to take a job with a major marketing firm and was all excited about her new apartment. She was especially proud that it had a view of Central Park–if you looked between the two buildings in back of her one-room walk-up and the light was just right. “Why,” she asked her brother, “don’t they have views like that back home in Montana . . .?”