Damn Wind

The rusty barbed wire around the blog site is not just for decoration. I worked for a conductor on the Railroad who said to me after a discussion one day in the caboose,

I think he was particularly exasperated with me that particular day, as I was griping and complaining about everyone and everything I could think of in colorful language. He was a gentle soul who never said a bad word about anyone, finally when I was complaining about the wind blowing as it always does in northern Montana, he said,

He was killed shortly after that in a railroad accident and whenever the wind comes up in the heat of the summer and it keeps the bugs off of me I think of you my friend.