We’re in the Black Hills on the west side of the state. Moved here 10 years ago and I will NEVER live anywhere else.
Winters in the hills are more mild than you think, you don’t have to defend your politics (much), and the air and water is pretty much still as God made it-clean and fresh. More sunny days than any other area of the Midwest I’ve lived in too.
Just remember that the growing season is short enough that gardening success means cold frames and greenhouses for a lot of crops.
In a nutshell, it’s the closest thing to heaven I’ve found.
Born in late 50s. I can’t remember anything near what DJT has generated in terms of loyalty, enthusiasm and-dare I say it-LOVE.
You know when you watch an old war movie and the Officer stands up and says “forward!” into a hail of gunfire and artillery explosions and everybody throws themselves into the fray with a grin, knowing that the odds are overwhelmingly against them?
Always wondered what kind of man could make other men do that.
In 2016 I found out.
Awaiting your order Mr. President
I live in a mountainous area and NPR stations are the only news (I use the term loosely) stations I can receive on my morning commute.
It’s either yell at my dashboard or sit in silence...
So yeah, why are we forced to fund programs that half the population disagrees with?
I don’t think any media should be publicly funded-even if I agree with or enjoy it.
I was just thinking about this this morning. NPR is the only station I can get where I live and every time I tune in I get pissed at what they’re doing with my tax dollars.
I’d happily give up the radio during my commute if it meant pulling public funding from these worthless excuses for journalists.
In my little town (South Dakota) even the postal employees are Trump fans-went in to get a money order yesterday and Rush’ interview with DJT was blaring from back in the sorting area loud enough to hear at the counter.
I will be at the polls on the 3rd and expect no problems here.
These were part of my Grandfather’s collection. Horse pistol set circa 1760, London made by Seglas.
I’ve often wondered who the owner was and why they never made it back to England...a well aimed shot by a Patriot perhaps?
SHE'LL need a running mate.