insearchofbud.com is back up again

Many readers will recognize this image of a street corner in Dillon, Montana. Skeets Cafe has been widely known for serving excellent strawberry pie. Imagine a fancy pie. Now make it three times higher, fill the pie pan with strawberry filling, then huge sliced strawberries, and last a mountain of whipped cream. I’ll admit I thought the pie was a bit too much when I was 17 years old. My mother and grandmother and I had the pie in the dining room to the right of the street corner.

The architectural feature that looks like a tower with a fence around the top was attractive to my friend Tad Henningsen and me. We had to climb it. That’s what we did, then. I imagine high school kids are still climbing such things. We picked a route up the back of the building from the alley, then jumped roof to roof to the tower and the fence. It proved easy to step over the fence and crouch inside. It was night, and I doubt if anyone noticed we were up there. The problem was the transition from one building to the next because someone strung barb wire to discourage our adventure. I caught my left forefinger on a barb, ripping a 1-inch tear. Tad and I sought medical care.

In 1967 Barrett’s Hospital may have had an emergency department, but I was dating the daughter of a doctor whose office was a couple blocks away, near the post office. I knew I needed stitches, so I knocked on the doctor’s office door. The doctor cleaned my wound, sewed it shut, and told Tad and me a few jokes: “Why are turds tapered at both ends?” Answer: “to keep your asshole from slamming shut.” The doctor knew how to entertain a pair of doofuses. I don’t think my mother got a bill for his services. As I remember, I think we were honest about telling him how I got my injury.

Later that same year I got arrested for indecent exposure outside Skeet’s Cafe. That will probably worth a blog post. Or not, depending upon if you want to hear the story.

About a month ago I lost access to this blog and I have been unable to add any posts. Thanks to my editor, Ilse Tyler, I regained my password and editing privileges for insearchofbud.com . I look forward to adding good, solid stuff. Or perhaps simply, stuff.