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Remembering Being Around People Who Could Drink And Remain Civil

When I was kid growing up in a small town on the east coast of Florida, which was about the same size as Dickinson, I remember being around people who could drink alcohol and remain civil.

The circle of friends of my mother and father were mostly attorneys, accountants, appraisers, real estate brokers, insurance brokers, business owners, salespeople, and a few farmers.  Back then, most of these people only worked eight hours per day.  When their work day was done, all of these people would go visiting, socializing, and drinking.

Whether at a bar, restaurant, the beach, someone’s boat, someone’s home, someone’s vacation home, hobby farm, or a private club, this circle of people always adhered to a code of conduct:  no physical fighting, no threatening arguments, no outright personal insults, no vulgar or crude language in front of other people’s wives or children, no getting out of control and becoming dangerous.

From when I was about 3 years old, to when I was about 30 years old and moved away, I can’t remember anyone of this group of people ever going too far out of bounds on these rules of behavior.  Especially, there was never any physical fighting.

There were more than several reasons why these people all behaved themselves, even after drinking alcohol for hours:  They were doing well professionally and they didn’t want to jeopardize their career by alienating other people;  they could possibly be disbarred or lose their professional license for misconduct;  they could lose their professional position for misconduct; they had or were beginning to accumulate a large amount of financial assets which they could lose if they ever had a lawsuit judgment against them for injuring another person.

In Florida, most people had the attitude towards life, that if they didn’t have to work, they wouldn’t.  If they didn’t have to work, they would gladly spend the rest of their life fishing, sailing, boating, surfing, playing golf, playing tennis, and walking on the beach.  People sought to have as much free time for recreation, having fun, and socializing as they possibly could.

As a kid, my parents and their friends would spend all day on the weekends and vacation, at the beach, on the river, on the ocean, at a vacation home, or a hobby farm, eating, cooking out, and drinking alcohol, drinking all day.  I could swim, fish, surf, play with animals, eat, or help do something.  I was sometimes asked to make drinks, which were mostly rum and coke, with sugar, and lime.

I was welcome to drink any alcohol that I wanted, and I was given beer from when I was about eight years old, but I didn’t like alcohol or beer when I was a little kid, or even when I was a teenager.  My sister on the other hand, she liked to drink alcohol from when she was about 13 or 14 years old.  But keep in mind, that I am trying to explain that all of the adults, and even their teenage children, were drinking alcohol all day long.

In this group of my parents friends and their children, with everyone drinking alcohol all day long, for days in a row on vacation, there were no physical fights, there were no out of control arguments, there were no angry drunks, there wasn’t any exchange of nasty insults, there was no crude or vulgar behavior, there were no vehicle accidents, and there were only minor physical accidents that were usually funny, like someone falling off a boat dock into the water, or someone falling over backward in a lawn chair from laughing too hard, which just added to the entertainment and laughter.

In Dickinson, North Dakota on the other hand, living here for me is like the movie Planet Of The Apes, Deliverance, or The Grapes Of Wrath.  I could say that I don’t know what is wrong with the people here, but that isn’t true, I do know what is wrong with the people here.  When the people in Dickinson get a hold of alcohol, the majority of them turn mean, they become hostile, confrontational, and wanting to physically fight people.

Here is the difference:  instead of being around people who feel that they are doing well professionally, most of the people here are just hourly workers who feel powerless, vulnerable, taken advantage of, and they are angry.  Instead of being around professional people who do not want to alienate others, most of the people here are just hourly workers who do want to alienate others because they are tired of being told what to do and they are angry.

Instead of being around people who are being careful in order to not lose their professional license or position through misconduct, most of the people here are just hourly workers who feel like they want to misbehave when they are not at work because they are tired of being told what to do and they are angry.  Instead of being around people who have a large amount of financial assets and are fearful of being sued, most of the people here are just hourly workers who feel that they have nothing, they are angry about it, and they want to fight somebody because they are angry.

One more thing about Dickinson that is so different from where I grew up, the Police in Dickinson feel like they have the right, and that it is their job to stalk everyone in Dickinson to try to arrest them for something, anything, especially DUI.  But since most of the people in Dickinson are just hourly workers, they pretty much are just like livestock or prisoners as far as the Police are concerned.

Missing Life Elsewhere, What I Think Jan Is Going Through

Today in the Dickinson Press Newspaper, I read an article about Dickinson City Attorney Jan Murtha giving her resignation.  Over the past year and a half of having Jan Murtha as City Attorney, I think that she has done a very good job, probably better than any City Attorney that Dickinson has ever had before.

Never once in the past year and a half, did I read or hear about the City of Dickinson being involved in a dispute that got out of hand, where things were not handled correctly.  This is almost unheard of, the City of Dickinson not being in a dispute that got worse and worse over time.  Smaller towns like Belfield and Watford City seem to have legal fiascoes regularly, like Dickinson used to have before Jan Murtha was hired.

What I came to notice, was not only did Jan Murtha handle legal issues for the City of Dickinson, but she became involved in helping Human Resources and Personnel management, just in order to help things get done.  Jan appeared to be one of those people, typically women, who ended up doing way more work than was supposed to be part of her job.

On top of that, Jan had three children and one husband.  I believe that she probably had to stop at the grocery store on the way home from work, cook, do laundry, help with homework, help with school projects, and take care of sick kids.  I felt bad for Jan, I don’t think that this is the life that she had planned.

Jan’s husband Tom was from Dickinson.  I think that Jan understood why Tom wanted to move back to Dickinson, and she was O.K. with that.  While living in Dickinson, Jan used to drive to Bismarck to work as an Assistant Attorney General.  Then Jan ran for an open position on the Supreme Court of North Dakota, but she didn’t get it.

At the time, it probably seemed like not that bad of a compromise, to accept the position as City Attorney of Dickinson, so that she could spend more time in Dickinson with her children and her husband.  But being in Dickinson all of the time, and being involved with the people in Dickinson all the time, Jan could probably feel that it was bringing her down further and further, slowly killing her.

Someone like Jan was probably a bright young girl, with all kinds of hopes and dreams about her future, her career, her husband, her family, her home, what life would be like.  Because she was intelligent and willing to work hard, she got into college, graduated from college, went on to law school, graduated from law school, passed the bar exam, and began working as an attorney in her first jobs.

In her early career, she probably saw herself eventually being a judge, state’s attorney, assistant attorney general, or attorney general of a state.  Why wouldn’t she think this, she was willing to work hard, learn her job, and she had just as much ability as anyone else.

Instead of what Jan had planned, she found herself reviewing contracts to determine whether or not the Dollar Tree discount store and T.J. Maxx discount store were coming to Dickinson, and having to sit through a City Commission meeting for the fifth or sixth time to hear about whether the City could afford to buy Bernie and Paulette Marsh’s spooky store front building.  This already drove the Downtown Dickinson Association Director Jennifer Strange to resign six months ago, she couldn’t take it anymore.

Jan was probably sitting there at her desk more and more often, thinking about where she went wrong, how did her life turn out like this, the only department store that she would ever be able to shop for clothes, in all of western North Dakota will be T.J. Maxx discount store.

More than anything else in the World, at the end of the day Jan probably would have liked to have gone to a nice restaurant with some professional peers, had several margaritas, or several glasses of wine, laughed, joked, and not go home yet to the sobering reality of kids, a husband, and being stuck.

But there aren’t any professional peers in Dickinson, and there aren’t any nice restaurants to go and have drinks in Dickinson.  There are only dirty construction workers, dirty oil field workers, meth addict waitresses, and young Police Officers from the Police Academy in Minnesota stalking the streets trying to arrest everyone for DUI.

Card Readers Not Working And Refund Not Given At Lucky’s Tesoro In Dickinson North Dakota

A year ago I began trying to use Lucky’s Tesoro gas station at the corner of Villard Street and 10th Avenue East in Dickinson, North Dakota.  For several consecutive fueling stops at Lucky’s Tesoro, the gas pump card readers would not read my Wells Fargo debit card.  This was very frustrating because my Wells Fargo debit card works absolutely everywhere else, and I didn’t like standing outside in the cold wind at the gas pump, wasting my time inserting my debit card again and again.

I quit trying to use this Lucky’s Tesoro because I could not get their gas pumps to read my debit card.  A month ago, I began trying to use Lucky’s Tesoro again, and I found that one of their gas pumps would accept my debit card.  A couple of weeks ago, my debit card wouldn’t work at Lucky’s Tesoro gas pumps again, but my American Express credit card would work.  A week ago, neither my debit card nor my American Express credit card would work at Lucky’s Tesoro gas pumps, so I went inside and paid cash.

I telephoned the manager of Lucky’s Tesoro in Dickinson, Damien Bearden, and I explained to him that I would like to use this gas station, but it was angering me that the gas pumps would not read my Wells Fargo debit card nor my American Express credit card, when both of these cards work everywhere else.  Part of the reason why I was angry, was because the cashiers at Lucky’s said to me, “No one else has complained that their cards don’t work at the gas pumps”, and I don’t see how this could be true.

A couple of days ago at Lucky’s Tesoro, the card reader at the gas pump wouldn’t read my debit card, so I went inside and I paid the cashier $20 cash for fuel on pump #6.  I went back outside, I pumped 5 cents of gas, and then the gas nozzle would not activate to give me the remaining $19.95 of gas that I had paid for.  I had to go walk back inside the store, talk to the cashier, go walk back out to the pump, try to restart the fuel pump, fiddle with it some more, and it still wouldn’t work.  I was now running late for work, the store cashier was busy with other customers, so I told him I would call Damien Bearden the manager to arrange getting my money back.

On the drive to work, I telephoned Damien the manager of this Lucky’s Tesoro, I explained what had happened, and that I would come back to the store at this same time tomorrow to get $19.95 in gas, or cash back.  Damien said O.K.

The following day I went back to Lucky’s Tesoro, the cashier remembered me, and he knew that I was there for my refund from yesterday.  He said that he had to call Damien, which was a surprise to me, why couldn’t I just get the $19.95 in cash or gas as was agreed upon yesterday when I spoke to Damien?  I heard the cashier’s phone call with Damien, and I was surprised even more when the cashier said to me, “Damien has to call me back.”  I said to the cashier that this was ridiculous, I would wait a few minutes, but why couldn’t I just get $19.95 in cash or gas, why is this such a big deal, you know that I didn’t get the gas that I paid for yesterday.

I wasted a few more minutes waiting, and then I had had enough, I was going to be running late for work again.  I told the cashier to tell Damien that I was going to write an article about everything that had happened,  which at that time they probably could not have cared less, and I left.

I began asking people in Dickinson who owned this Lucky’s Tesoro, and they did not know.  I found one person who did know that many people had had problems with the gas pumps not working at this Lucky’s Tesoro on Villard Street, though the cashiers denied that anyone else besides me had problems with their gas pumps.

I searched on the internet for a while, and I found a Dickinson Press newspaper article from 2016 that was about who owned this Lucky’s Tesoro, it was a local group of investors operating under the name Legacy 7 Group.  In this Dickinson Press newspaper article, they interviewed one of the Legacy 7 Group investors who was acting as their spokesperson, his name was Tim Lantz.  Here is the link to this newspaper article: https://www.thedickinsonpress.com/news/3951277-kum-go-has-new-owners-and-new-name-gas-station-purchased-legacy-7-group

I read some more information on the internet about the Legacy 7 Group and their other Lucky’s gas station in Dickinson.  There are two reviews on the website Yelp which describe an experience similar to mine at Lucky’s Tesoro, here is the link, and the two reviews:  https://www.yelp.com/biz/luckys-tesoro-dickinson-2

“Absolutely the worst Tesoro station I have ever visited, high priced, dirty and service is terrible.  When Don H. Owned this place it was first class and clean.
I was waiting in line for a car wash and they let a guy go ahead of me not very observant at this facility.”  …..from Michael

“I just got ripped off for $14 at the car wash. Absolutely worthless. Lesson learned, I will not be back.” …..from Monica

What do people need to do in order to get their money back from Lucky’s Tesoro in Dickinson?  Do they need to file a small claims case with the court in Dickinson?  Who and where do they serve the small claims notice?  I spent some more time on the internet trying to look up “Legacy 7 Group” in order to find out who was listed as the president of this corporation or owner of this LLC, and their mailing address, but this information did not come up.

I tried to find Tim Lantz’s information, and it appears that Tim’s wife is Dr. Cheryl Lantz, the Nursing Department Chair at Dickinson State University.  I am including the link to Dr. Cheryl Lantz because this gives her phone number and e-mail, so that you can contact her in order to find out where to get the small claims court papers served: https://www.dickinsonstate.edu/about/directory/dr-cheryl-lantz.html

Whoops, Cheryl Lantz changed jobs recently, she is now the executive director at CountryHouse Assisted Living in Dickinson, so this is her new e-mail address: clantz@chresidences.net.

The Most Important Information On Bigfoot That You Will Find Anywhere

Probably more than a year ago, I made a reference in one of my blog post articles about Bigfoot, that if people wanted definitive proof about Bigfoot, they should go look up a website called “Lawnflowers, Jerky, and Bigfoots”, because this website had an archive of actual newspaper articles going back through the early 1900s and 1800s on Bigfoot sightings in the United States.

I was upset that I could no longer easily find this website “Lawnflowers, Jerky, and Bigfoots”, it was no longer active, it looked like the author had abandoned it, and there was only a small mention of it on the internet still.

My belief was, that a university biologist, Department of Agriculture biologist, or U.S. Department of Game & Fish biologist created this website and had to keep it on the down low in order to not cause himself problems in his job.  I believe that he had to eventually abandon it because of his job.  Every U.S. Government department and bureau, Bureau of Land Management, Department of Agriculture, National Parks, Department of Game & Fish, Department of Forestry, their strict policy is to not ever acknowledge the existence of Bigfoot.

Today, a reader named “Tom” left me a link to this website which I could no longer find:

https://web.archive.org/web/20130528082621/http://www.lawnflowersjerkyandbigfoots.com/Pages/BigfootShootings.aspx

I am very grateful to Tom for this link.  I encourage everyone to go look at this website and read the historical newspaper articles about Bigfoot sightings that occurred in the 1800s and 1900s.

Also, everyone always asks or says, “If there were Bigfoots, don’t you think the government would know about them?”  The government does know about them, here are over a hundred documented cases of government employees seeing, following, finding, shooting, capturing, being chased, or being attacked by Bigfoot, from this website I am talking about: https://web.archive.org/web/20130427110731/http://www.lawnflowersjerkyandbigfoots.com/Pages/BigfootsandGovernment.aspx

Review Of Los Cabos Family Mexican Restaurant In Dickinson, North Dakota

On Saturday afternoon, when it was windy, cold, and rainy, I helped my neighbor pick up and move some equipment that required two people to carry from his flat bed trailer to some wood pallets that he had set up.  He said thanks, I’ll buy you dinner.  Do you want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings or Sanfords Pub & Grub?  I said either was O.K.  He said lets go at 7:00 p.m.

I didn’t eat anything that afternoon because I was now expecting to eat a large cheeseburger and fries later that night at 7:00 p.m., I was not very hungry, and I was also on a diet.  I spent the rest of the day driving back and forth to hardware stores and working outside on a personal project.

When my neighbor and I left that evening to go eat, he asked me if I had tried the new Mexican restaurant that had taken over where Don Pedros Mexican restaurant used to be.  I said no, I hadn’t tried this new restaurant, but I had liked Don Pedros very much.  He said well this is better than Don Pedros.

This new restaurant is called Los Cabos Family Mexican Restaurant.  It is not a chain or franchise restaurant, it is a family created, owned, and operated restaurant.  It is located on 12th Street West, just down the street from Ace Hardware, across the street from Army’s West.

As soon as we walked in, a very professional and nicely dressed male maitre d’ asked how many were in our party, quickly led us to a booth, and handed us menus.  The restaurant which has two medium size dining areas, was either completely full once we took our seats, or very nearly completely full.  There was one long table with a party of about twenty people adjacent to us, who were all very happy and enjoying themselves.

Next, an assistant waiter immediately brought us some complimentary tortilla chips and salsa to eat while we looked over the menu.  Soon, our waiter came and took our drink order, and he asked us if we needed to take a few more minutes to place our food order.  There were four or five pages of very interesting and appealing entrees to choose from:  beef, chicken, seafood, steak, burritos, enchiladas, fajitias, carne asada, tortas, taco platters, salads, vegetarian options, and more.

I want to emphasize how professional the maitre d, assistant waiter, and waiter were in their dress, manner, alertness, and quickness.  They were all adult men, who were very serious about their job, and the service could not have been better.  This was the best and most professional restaurant staff that I have ever seen in Dickinson.

We ordered two appetizers, the guacamole dip, and the queso dip.  Both were very good, and the assistant waiter had to bring us three or four baskets of tortilla chips, which he did without us having to ask.

I ordered the Steak Maya, which was marinated char-broiled steak accompanied with sauteed onions, mushrooms, jalapenos, pineapples, and sauce, served with four corn or flour tortillas, for $20.  This was very, very good, and though I was hungry now after not having eaten anything all day, I could not finish my entree and I had to take half of it home with me in a to-go box.

My neighbor had some kind of giant burrito dinner platter, and he ate the remainder of the guacamole, queso, and salsa appetizers.  No, I didn’t ask my neighbor to pay for my steak dinner like he offered to do for me helping him earlier, we split the bill which for the two of us was $55 with our drinks, two appetizers, free salsa, and our two entrees.

I would recommend this restaurant to people who are very hungry, who want very quick, attentive service, and large food portions.  I would also recommend this restaurant to families with children, couples on dates, larger groups of people dining together, and even Dan Porter.

Here is a link to this restaurant where you can look at their menu items, appetizers, drinks, prices, daily specials, and hours of operation https://www.loscabosmexican.net/

The Deadly Crosswalks Of Dickinson, North Dakota

Stopping at the crosswalks on Villard Street in Dickinson for pedestrians is like watching pheasants, ducks, or house pets get run over.  The pedestrians in the crosswalk have this mistaken belief that all of the vehicles are going to come to a stop.  No, they aren’t going to stop!

Whether I am in the right lane, or the left lane on Villard Street, when I slow down and come to a stop when pedestrians are entering the marked white-striped crosswalk, and I watch the pedestrians begin crossing the street in front of me, it never fails that a motorist travelling in the adjacent lane continues driving at 30 mph, oblivious to the fact that I have stopped in the middle of the road at some white-striped pavement markings and street signs the read “Crosswalk”, and that there are pedestrians about to emerge from in front of my vehicle.

It is really scary and nerve wracking, to watch a mom and her little kids make it across the first two lanes of traffic, pass in front of your vehicle, and then when they are just about ready to step into the last last lane and cross, Wrvroom!, some ignorant, inbred, piece of shit going 30 mph nearly kills the whole family.

Most people in Dickinson can’t read, there is no way they can understand signs, or understand pavement markings.  They can’t understand something like, “Pedestrians in the crosswalk have the right-of-way” or “Yield to pedestrians” or “Crosswalk”.