Thinking About A Normal Life In Dickinson, North Dakota

November 2, 2017Uncategorizedguide to Dickinson North Dakota, Information on Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, people in dickinson north dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, what is Dickinson North Dakota Like, working in Dickinson North Dakota, would you move to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

In my previous blog post, I wrote about going to a job in Dickinson, where they wanted me to stand and work on a two foot wide elevated platform from 6:00 a.m. to 9:00 p.m. During this 15 hours of standing and working on this platform by myself, I had a lot of time to think. One of the things that I was thinking about, was that this is bullshit, and this is not normal.

Something else that I was thinking about, was what I wrote in my recent previous blog post titled “Jobs, Employment, and Working In Dickinson, North Dakota”. I wrote about local co-workers from Dickinson having hatred, hostility, bitterness, malevolence, maliciousness, and ill intentions towards their out of state co-workers in Dickinson.

These long work hours and remote locations, provide local co-workers from Dickinson abundant opportunity to conceive, plan, and carry out their ill intentions and meanness against their non-local co-workers.

I believe, that it is abnormal and deviant, to have extreme hatred towards others, to think up plans on how to harm others, and to carry out hostility, hatred, and maliciousness towards others. I think that it is abnormal and wrong, to try to hatch hateful plans against others at work.

If you have ever read about convicted criminals who have committed crimes of violence against other people, sometimes against people that they have never met, or if you have watched documentaries on these convicted criminals, it is most often the case that they had unbalanced, abnormal, anti-social lives. Often, they were reclusive, with no friends, no romantic relationships, no social activities or interaction, and they kept to themselves spending an inordinate amount of time on one thing. This describes life for most local workers from Dickinson.

In Dickinson, there is a shortage of women, and a scarcity of attractive women. There are not enough women to go around, and most of the women are not very attractive. In the past several years living in Dickinson, the people that I know and have worked with, none of them were pursuing women, or any romantic relationship. Because they were not pursuing women or any romantic relationship, there was often no reason for them to go out, go anywhere, or socialize.

There is not a lot to do in Dickinson. People do not have many things to look forward to. People in Dickinson spend way too much time working. It is like the time that other people in other places use for having fun, doing things that they like, and socializing, in Dickinson this time just gets applied to work. This is one reason why I think that the local people in Dickinson are so hateful, hostile, and resentful at work.

At this time in Dickinson, it may only be the workers from out of state, that know in other areas of the country, people “work to live”, they don’t “live to work”. In Florida where I am from, there were many fun things for people to do all year: Surf, sail, sailboard, water ski, jet ski, swim, scuba dive, boat, fish from boats, fish offshore, fish from bridges, fish from beaches, go crabbing, go clamming, go oystering, go shrimping, sun bathe, ride motorcycles, ride bikes, rollerblade, jog, walk, hike, play tennis, play golf, and more. People of all ages searched for and pursued romantic relationships.

In Florida, people loved to have fun, recreate, go shopping, socialize, go out to eat, and enjoy life. For most people in Florida, work was something that took time away from the things that they would rather be doing.

I will drop talking about Florida, and briefly use the example of another state, Arizona. There were many fun activities in Arizona that people could do all year. People in Arizona also liked to go shopping, socialize, and enjoy life. People in Arizona would have liked to have spent less time working, and more time doing the things that they liked to do outside of work.

In the Dickinson area, generations of people did not have fun things or fun activities to do. Life in the Dickinson area was very difficult. It was difficult just to survive due to the very long and very cold winters, and the barrenness of the land. There is still not a lot to do in Dickinson, and there is a scarcity of attractive women.

The local people from Dickinson, historically, culturally, and genetically, for generation after generation, they have gotten up way too early in the morning, sat in their dirty worn work clothes, smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee, talking and muttering about work for an hour, before there was even enough light outside to go do any work. In Dickinson, the local people like to try to “sneak up on work” or try to “get a head start on work”, when really they are just wasting time being miserable, and they don’t even know it.

In Arizona or Florida, an educated business owner would see this behavior, and put an end to it. He would probably say, “At the end of each day, that is the time to clean the garbage out of your work truck, to load the equipment and material that you will need for the following day onto your truck, and to inform the workers what they will be doing the following day. There is no need to get here at 4:00 a.m. or 5:00 a.m., 6:00 a.m. would be the earliest you would need to get here, it is not even daylight at 6:00 a.m. I want my employees to have a normal work-life balance. I don’t want my employees to get burned out, be unhappy, and be unproductive. Also, I am not going to pay overtime every week for people to get here at 5:00 a.m. half asleep, to sit around smoking, drinking coffee, and muttering.”

People in Dickinson spend way too much time at work. This is partly because the local people from Dickinson don’t have anything or don’t know of anything that they would rather be doing. The local people from Dickinson, the focus of their life is on work, even if they are just an oil field service worker. And I don’t mean their focus is on excellence. They just burrow in like a tick at their job.

They have got to get to their job early in the morning, smoke a certain amount of cigarettes, drink a certain amount of coffee, talk for a certain amount of time, and accomplish absolutely nothing for about one hour. Then it is load equipment and material, and go get fuel, when all of this could have been done the day before. In my observation, these activities are all attempts to make the work day longer than it needed to be.

There is not the pursuit of excellence, insight, innovation, growth, progression, or increased effectiveness of the local people at their job. Instead the local workers from Dickinson spend their time, energy, and mental faculties on trying to find something wrong with what their co-workers are doing, and trying to find ways to hinder and undermine their co-workers.

This is what I mean when I say that the local workers from Dickinson try to burrow in to their job like a tick. What they are doing is not particularly beneficial, helpful, or productive, it is sometimes counter productive. They have got to get to their job early, and stay there late, like they can’t let go of their job and go do something else. They don’t have anything else, their job is their life and their identity.

I think that this is another reason why the local people from Dickinson try to drive their co-workers away. This job is their entire life, their identity, and their purpose. Without this job they don’t have anywhere to go, anything to do, or any purpose in life. I think that this is abnormal and not a very good way to live your life.

Example Of Working In Dickinson, North Dakota

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In my previous blog post titled “Jobs, Employment, And Working In Dickinson, North Dakota”, I explained that local people from Dickinson are hostile, mean, malicious, and hateful to their non-local co-workers. I wrote some pretty harsh things in that blog post, but I stand by what I wrote, and I believe that what I wrote was truthful, honest, and accurate. Readers are probably wondering, where do I come up with this, how did I come to this conclusion? I will give one, recent example.

I agreed to do a job recently. I was not given a very accurate job description, or any kind of warning. I don’t think that there was any ill-intention in this, the people giving me the information did not know.

I had to drive about an hour from Dickinson to get to the job location. My job, was to climb up to a two foot wide platform, to work by myself, and to be just one part of the overall work operation.

There were three significant problems with this job: There was the requirement and expectation that I would be up on the platform, standing, for 15 hours; It was extremely cold and windy; There was not a railing on one side of the platform, and if I fell off this side, I would certainly die.

My thoughts were, “This is bullshit, this is fucked up.” I had worked at heights before, I had worked at dangerous jobs before, I had worked in the cold and wind before, but not for 15 hours straight.

According to OSHA, when you are working at heights like this, where you can fall to your death, it is required that there be a continuous railing of 42″ in height, or you are tied off with a safety harness and lanyard. There was no railing on one side, just steel that came up to knee height. The company did not have, offer, or want the person on the platform wearing a safety harness and lanyard. I have two safety harnesses, but I didn’t know that I would need to bring one, and I realized that they wouldn’t like me wearing one.

In this company’s and its employees’ “ignorance”, they just didn’t care to have a railing on one side of the platform, or have a safety harness for the person on the platform. Their opinion was, “What, just don’t fall off.” I asked what happened to the person who used to have this job before me, and they said they didn’t know what happened to him, he just didn’t come back.

It was very cold and windy on the elevated platform. I was wearing thermal underwear, FR pants, heavy hooded FR sweatshirt, heavy hooded winter jacket, and work gloves. After a couple of hours on the platform, I kept getting colder and colder. I had to climb down quickly, run to my vehicle, put on a second heavy winter jacket, run back, and quickly climb back up to the platform. I made it back up on top of the platform, just in time to do my part of the work process and not create a delay for everyone.

All day long, my hands were cold, my feet were cold, and I was generally cold. After about eight more hours, I had to climb down again, run, get a third winter jacket to tie around my waste, run, and climb back up the platform, just in time to do my part of the work process.

When it got dark at 6:00 p.m., I couldn’t see anything. I had to quickly climb down, and run to my vehicle to get a flashlight. This time, I just drove my vehicle over, and parked it next to a small tanker truck and other parked equipment.

During the day when I had to urinate, I would quickly climb down and urinate beside the parked equipment. At night, after it was dark, I would just urinate off the platform. If I had had to poop, I could not have run to the portable toilet and turned around and run back in time, let alone go in and sit down.

We worked until 9:30 p.m. that night. The longer that I worked, and the more tired that I became, the more careless, unworried, and not paying attention I became, plus it became dark. That is when I caught myself a few times almost falling off the one side of the platform without a railing.

After stopping on the drive home to get fuel in my vehicle, and going to the drive thru at McDonalds, it was approximately 11:15 p.m. when I got home. I slept for five hours, and then I had to get up and drive back to the job site by 6:00 a.m.

Do you think that I was looking forward to standing on that platform for another day from 6:00 a.m. to 9:00 p.m., for 15 hours? In the cold and the wind. Where tripping, losing your balance, or not paying attention will result in you falling to your death. I never planned on working or living like this. This is not normal.

After several days of working like this, my local co-workers and work supervisor from Dickinson were not very nice or friendly to me. It was hard to do this job, and I did not delay the work once. It was like my work supervisor had a dislike and resentment for me. Even though I showed up on time, did my job all day long without complaining to anyone, didn’t get hurt, didn’t make a mistake, didn’t cause any kind of delay, my local Dickinson co-workers and local Dickinson work supervisor were determined to dislike me. They were just thinking and thinking, and hoping to be able to find fault with something I was doing, so that they could complain.

Jobs, Employment, And Working In Dickinson, North Dakota

November 1, 2017UncategorizedDickinson, North Dakota, employment in Dickinson North Dakota, guide to Dickinson North Dakota, Information on Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, what are people like in Dickinson North Dakota, what is Dickinson North Dakota lilke, working in Dickinson North Dakota, would you move to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

In many ways, the people in Dickinson are an open book. Their behavior, actions, beliefs, and motivations are so blatant, apparent, and un-hidden, that it is almost like observing children, primitive, or low functioning people.

It might also have something to do with my age, with me having seen all of these behaviors and scenarios in Dickinson, play out before in other places. Nevertheless, whenever I did see these types of things that occur in Dickinson in other places, I was painfully aware of the ignorance, stupidity, and backwardness of the perpetrators and accomplices.

In our private, personal, and social lives in Dickinson, we can retreat to our homes, families, and friends in order to get away from things, people, and situations that we don’t like. However, work is a part of our lives where we are forced to deal with things, people, and situations that we would have never voluntarily been involved with.

The Biggest Point, that I wish to make in this blog post, is that many bad, ignorant, backward, malicious, and ill-intentioned people in Dickinson, use work as the opportunity to act on and fulfill their desire to cause problems for others.

I am sorry that I have not previously been able to articulate this so clearly: There are many people in Dickinson who are uneducated, uncultured, untravelled, small minded, ignorant, close minded, bitter, hateful, malicious people. More so than any other place that I have ever lived. I am not saying this to be hateful, I am saying this to be truthful, honest, and accurate.

One of the reasons for the lack of education, ignorance, close mindedness, bitterness, hatefulness, and maliciousness, I believe, is the Catholic Church here in Dickinson. One of my readers tried to explain to me, that in oil field towns, the wind-falls that some families receive, while other families receive nothing, is something that inspires bitterness, resentment, and hatred. The families in the oil field towns that receive nothing, while their neighbors become rich, don’t feel right about taking their hatred out on local people, so they direct all of their anger, meanness, and hostility toward people from some place else.

It has been my experience in Dickinson, time after time, again and again, that local co-workers from Dickinson, have this horrible, not very hidden, intention of doing bad things to non-local co-workers. But, to be completely honest and accurate, there is often also something wrong with the people who could not get a job anywhere in Texas, Arizona, or New York, that came all of this way in order to be able to get a job.

The third and fourth elements or factors, that makes working in Dickinson a horrible and terrible experience, time after time, is the fact that the people in Dickinson have to work more than forty hours per week, and people do not have normal home lives here.

I believe, that one of the reasons why people get up to no good at work in Dickinson, is because they are working more than forty hours per week, and spending too much time at work. There is just too much time and opportunity for malicious, bitter, ignorant, hateful, mean people to conceive, hatch, and carry out their bad intentions towards others. Normal people are stuck way too long at work, with people who have evil intentions towards others.

I believe, another reason why people get up to hatching and carrying out their bad intentions towards others at work in Dickinson, is because they do not have a normal home life. There is a shortage of women in Dickinson, and a scarcity of attractive women. Many men in Dickinson do not have anyone to look forward to seeing, talking to, spending time with, or doing activities with. Plus, there is not a lot to do in Dickinson. Thus, you have ignorant, uneducated, untravelled, uncultured, close minded, malicious, bitter, hateful people, who have nothing better to do than think about harming other people at work, and the opportunity to cause other people harm at work, because everyone is working too many hours.

Terrible House Of Manna In Dickinson, North Dakota

October 30, 2017Uncategorizedcharities in Dickinson North Dakota, Christians in Dickinson North Dakota, guide to Dickinson North Dakota, House of Manna in Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, people in dickinson north dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, review of House of Manna Dickinson North Dakota, what is Dickinson North Dakota Likename withheld

I have been going to Thrift Stores since I was 19 years old. All different kinds of people go to Thrift Stores, for many different reasons. In my 30 years of experience shopping at Thrift Stores, I would say that at least half of the shoppers are not poor.

My older sister, is a much more frequent Thrift Store shopper than me, and she always has been. She used to search for vintage jeans when she was younger. She used to like to find mechanic’s shirts or service people’s shirts that had their name embroidered on them. She liked to buy evening dresses from the 1960s and 1970s. But most of all, she liked furniture from the 1970s.

Many Thrift Stores had my sister’s telephone number, and they would call her right away whenever they received furniture from the 1970s, because she would get so excited and come and buy it. My sister is not poor, she lives in a three-story, 5,000 square foot house with an elevator, on a river in Florida.

Many women who are not poor, shop at Thrift Stores. They are looking for vintage jeans, vintage dresses, retro clothing, off-beat T-Shirts, classic shoes and boots, old belts, interesting knick-knacks, and paintings. I have met women who buy old paintings, not for the paintings, but for the frames. Good quality painting frames are expensive. For low, low prices, you can buy an ugly painting, but get a good quality picture frame.

I used to like to go to Thrift Stores, to buy funny, interesting T-shirts for $4 to $5. But sometimes in very affluent areas, I found that for some reason, very expensive clothes would get donated, that had never or seldom been worn. Very expensive, high quality, pants, shirts, shorts, jackets, and coats would get donated. Some of the best and nicest clothes that I had, came from Thrifts Stores.

On Monday in Dickinson, I went shopping at Runnings, Tractor Supply, Menards, Wal-Mart, Arc Aid Thrift Store, ABLE Inc. Thrift Store, Family Dollar, and the House of Manna. There were many different things that I was looking for, and I bought something from each of the stores that I went to, except the Arc Aid Thrift Store, and the House of Manna.

The Arc Aid Thrift Store, had moved to where it is now across the street from Anytime Fitness, behind the Prairie Hills Mall. This store was fairly nice inside, and the store clerks were nice. I was looking for an old heavy sleeping bag to keep in my truck to use in an emergency. This store had a lot of camouflage and hunters clothing, but no sleeping bags.

Next, I went to the ABLE Inc. Thrift Store. Right when I walked in the door, there was a three foot tall stuffed frog, for $1.98, so I took him to the counter and told them not to let anyone take him, I wanted him. Next, I found a very heavy, good quality sleeping bag for $8.00, which I took to the counter and put on top of the frog. Then I found a nice black leather attache case for $2.50, which I put on top of the sleeping bag, on top of the frog, at the counter. Then I found a nice pair of Ranger water-proof winter snow boots for $8.99, and then I didn’t find anything else that I wanted.

The ABLE Inc. Thrift Store receives donations of goods from individuals and businesses. Then they sort through the donations, put a price on each item, and place the item in their store in the appropriate area: clothing, housewares, furniture, electronics, tools, sporting goods, office supplies, jewelry, books, etc. They sell this merchandise in order to pay for the operation of their store and to give the remainder of the proceeds to the charity that they support. They are happy for customers to buy as much as possible, this pays for their store and it supports their charity.

Lastly, I went to the House of Manna, and I wish that I hadn’t. Within approximately one second of walking in the door of the House of Manna, a man sitting at a desk with a registration book, said to me that I needed to register and show him my driver’s license. I was in disbelief, and I didn’t like this. I said, “Oh, I’m sorry, I thought that this was a Thrift Store.”

The man at the desk said that this was a Thrift Store, but that I would be required to register, sign in, and show my identification. I asked him, why would I be required to register and and show my identification. He replied, “We need to check to make sure that people are not coming in more often than they should.”

I didn’t like this at all. I felt like saying, whoa, wait a minute, I’m not poor, I was just looking to buy things, I don’t want anything for free. I didn’t like that just walking in the door, they immediately assumed five things about me that weren’t true: that I was poor; that I was needing help; that I was looking for something for free; that I was dishonest and untrustworthy; and that I needed to be monitored and regulated by them.

I didn’t say, whoa, hold on, I’m not poor or looking for charity, because there were other people in there shopping, who may have been in financial need. Yes, I got the idea that somehow the House of Manna felt that their merchandise was for people in financial need, but I didn’t know this before I went to their store. I thought that is was a normal Thrift Store.

I felt like, a better way to address people who arrived at their store would be, “Hello, have you been a customer here before? No? We are not a typical Thrift Store, our intention is to provide our merchandise to people who are in financial need and unable to afford very much. Are you in financial need? No? There are other Thrift Stores in Dickinson where everyone is welcome to buy as much as they want, but here, this merchandise is strictly for people who have a financial need.”

When I got home, I looked up the House of Manna on the internet, and I read their store website. I read the origin, history, philosophy, and purpose of the store. Then, I read reviews of the store on Google. It turns out, that the majority of the reviewers felt the same way that I did. That the store was hostile and overbearing.

It turns out, that the people who were in financial need, they didn’t like being treated the way that they were treated. No one likes bad things being assumed about them, being talked down to, leveled, and demeaned, whether they need help, or not. No one, not even the poor people who need help, like it being assumed that they are so dishonest and untrustworthy, that they need to register and present their identification in order to be monitored and tracked.

The House of Manna, is supposedly run by a group of non-denominational “Christians”. How would this group of non-denominational Christians like it, if when they went to the bank, the grocery store, the gas station, Runnings, or Menards, someone met them at the door, every time they came to these businesses, and said, “You have to register, sign in, and show your identification. We know you are up to no good, and you will probably try to take advantage of us some way.” This is basically what they are doing at the House of Manna.

I ask readers to please not donate to the House of Manna, or offer assistance to the House of Manna, until the Board of Directors can recognize the importance of treating all people with respect and dignity, especially, especially people who are poor and in financial need.

I have seen this before, and probably every adult has seen this before, where a gift, help, or assistance, is not offered graciously, but there are strings attached or some kind of other accompanying nastiness. People who receive a gift or help, expect that the giver has good intentions, but they are sometimes shocked to see that it is accompanied by condescension, belittlement, resentment, a put down, a jab, insult, or some other kind of hostility. True Christians don’t offer help, assistance, or charity on the condition that the receiver acknowledge that they are no good and not trustworthy.

Chris McCandless, One Of The People Who Moved Away From Everything

October 27, 2017UncategorizedChris McCandless, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, moving away from everythingname withheld

In my previous blog post, I wrote about how I moved away from everything. It wasn’t so much that I was searching for something, it was that I wanted to get away from everything that I didn’t like.

In 2002, I put most of my belongings in storage in Tampa, and I drove my truck west to see what New Mexico, Colorado, Arizona, Utah, Wyoming, and Montana were like. I didn’t care what kind of work I might do when I got wherever it was that I was going. I didn’t care what kind of house, building, trailer, or apartment I would be living in. I just wanted peace, quiet, calm, and a simple, uneventful life.

I stayed in Colorado for a short while. Then I drove west, winding up in a very beautiful, heavily forested, mountain area in Arizona. This was purely by chance and by luck, I didn’t know anything about this place before I got there. Before long, I met people who were like me, people who had wanted to get away from everything.

I met two mechanical engineers who were my age, I was a mechanical engineer. I met a nuclear engineer and an aerospace engineer who were both older than me. One of the mechanical engineers, and the nuclear engineer, were in books for the things that they had invented and built. Regardless of what we had done and where we had lived in the past, we all just wanted to be left alone now, to have peace, quiet, and calm.

For the engineers that I met and lived with in this small town in Arizona, their day would start when they felt like getting out of bed to smoke pot, and then they would consider what they might like to do that day. One of them was building manufacturing equipment, in order to produce his latest invention. One of them was working on sculpting. One of them was often working on a vehicle project or a house project. One of them was socializing and recreating with the people in his neighborhood most of the time. They were almost hippies, but not as much as the people that I worked with at my job in town.

At my job, there were younger people from different parts of the U.S., who had graduated from college not long ago, or they were still in college. They lived as cheaply as possible. They spent the bare minimum on a place to live, clothing, food, and transportation. Their interests were in camping, hiking, rock climbing, rafting, travel, reading, and playing music with friends.

I only vaguely recall hearing about “Chris McCandless” at that time, 2002. I didn’t know it at that time, that many of the young adults that had moved to this small, forested, mountain town had been inspired by Chris McCandless, and by his life as it was re-told in the book “Into The Wild”.

Chris McCandless was born in California in 1968. When Chris was eight years old, his family moved to the suburbs in Virginia outside of Washington D.C. where his father had gotten a job working for NASA. Chris’ father and mother became financially very successful after they began a consultancy business. After Chris graduated from high school in 1986, he attended Emory University in Atlanta.

Chris did very well academically in high school and in college. In 1990 he graduated from Emory University with a double major in history and anthropology. Chris had decided that he wanted to be left alone, and that he wanted to leave everything behind that he didn’t like.

He took the $24,000 that remained in his college fund when he graduated, and he donated all of it to the charity Oxfam. He wanted as little money and possessions as possible. He wanted to travel and be as free as possible. He didn’t even want to have a name, he made up a new name for himself. He didn’t want to have any contact with his family.

Chris traveled to the western U.S., working at odd jobs when he needed to. He traveled by walking, hitchhiking, and jumping on freight trains. He camped in the woods mostly, and sometimes stayed with people when he was invited. Chris spent much of his time in the southwest, particularly Arizona.

Chris kept a journal, recording where he had traveled, the things he had seen, the people he had met, and the people he became friends with. Chris’ ultimate goal was to travel to Alaska, and eventually he made it there.

In April of 1992, Chris arrived in Fairbanks, Alaska. He hitchhiked and was dropped off near a trail that led to Denali National Park. Chris hiked into the forest, and he found an abandoned bus that would serve as a good shelter. Chris had brought very few supplies with him. He had a 22 caliber rifle that he shot rabbits, squirrels, and birds with. He gathered roots and berries to eat.

Chris continued to record everything that happened to him in his journal. He was losing weight because he was not getting enough food to eat. He became weaker and weaker. After a couple of months, he tried to go back the way that he had entered the forest, but the river he had crossed was now much deeper and faster flowing. He was too weak to go back the way that he came. His health continued to get worse. It was possible that one of the roots he was eating had a fungus, or that the seeds he was eating had become moldy. After two more months, Chris died of starvation inside the abandoned bus.

Chris’ body was found inside the abandoned bus, nineteen days after he had died, by a hunter that had wanted to stay in the bus for the night. In January 1993, Jon Krakauer wrote a magazine article about Chris McCandless. In 1996, Jon Krakauer published a biographical book about Chris McCandless’ travels, titled “Into The Wild”. In 2007, the book was made into a movie directed by Sean Penn.

It wasn’t until I saw the Sean Penn movie “Into The Wild” in 2015, that I realized how much of an influence the 1996 book about Chris McCanless must have been for young people in high school and college, that later decided to forego a career, and become a hippie, an organic farmer, or an “off the grid” person.

The engineers that I met and lived with in the small town in Arizona, and myself, we didn’t need any inspiration, we were just truly sick of everything.

In my next blog post, I want to write about another person that tried to move away from everything, Art Bell.

Moving Away From Everything

October 27, 2017UncategorizedLiving in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, moving to Idahoname withheld

When I was in high school in the late 1980s in Florida, myself, my classmates, and most of the people in the town where I lived were optimistic and positive about life. Life was pleasant and enjoyable in this small coastal town.

After I graduated from high school, I went to a small private liberal arts college in Virginia. The faculty were mostly good, nice, intelligent, considerate, and helpful people. The students were mostly positive, entertaining, sociable, and fun loving people.

I was supposed to transfer to UVA or Georgia Tech, but that didn’t happen. I ended up going to the University of Florida, which was the last place I wanted to be. The University of Florida was 35,000 pushy, aggressive, ambitious, scheming young people, and hateful, mean, bitter professors who had to fail out as many people as possible in order for the university system to work. Though UF was the most difficult school to get into in Florida, and everyone there was very intelligent and capable of getting a college degree, the professors had to try to discourage most students from being there, there were just too many students.

I didn’t like my experience at the University of Florida at all, I wish that I would not have gone through it. Most of the students in the mechanical engineering department suffered from Stockholm Syndrome. Within about a year of graduating from UF, I had to move to Tampa for work. Tampa was full of pushy, aggressive, ambitious, scheming people also. I didn’t like living in Tampa. I was very unhappy, uneasy, and uncomfortable there.

I very much wanted to get away from crowded places that seemed to attract the most obnoxious people, and bring out the worst in people. In 2002, I put most of my belongings in storage, and I headed to the western U.S. in my truck.

I didn’t care if where I moved, I was sitting outside of a single-wide trailer in the desert of Arizona, Wyoming, Utah, or New Mexico with tumble weeds rolling by, this would be a great improvement over Tampa as far as I was concerned.

I wasn’t looking to find anything. I was looking to get away from so many things that I didn’t like. I didn’t like the super aggressive Blacks and Hispanics that were like some kind of vermin with a life span of three years. I didn’t like the phony, fake, wanna be, con artist, ambitious stupid people. I didn’t like the traffic. I didn’t like the constant, unwanted noise. I didn’t like the difficulty involved in just going to the store or going to get something to eat. I wanted to get away from all of this, forever.

I stayed in a small town in Colorado for a while. Just by chance and by luck, I happened to arrive at a very beautiful, heavily forested area of Arizona, and I stayed there for about five years. I wanted to find a different area that was similar to this town in Arizona, but that was a little bit bigger, and where property was less expensive. I moved to a slightly larger town in Idaho, that was much less expensive than where I lived in Arizona, but it was not as stunningly beautiful.

This plain, more ordinary, farming area of Idaho was where I finally bought a home on five acres. It was quiet, peaceful, not overly developed, and I had a view of farm fields that stretched out to the mountains in the distance.

I knew that this is what I wanted to do. Whether this was the best idea, perhaps it wasn’t. To my surprise, my father who was born in Florida, and was now in his 70s, he had had enough of Florida, and he moved to a small town in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina. It was hard to believe that my father was willing to leave the town that he had grown up in, and the people that he had known for his entire life.

When I was living in Arizona and Idaho, I saw that people from crowded areas on the west coast and the east coast of the U.S., were selling everything that they had, in order to move to less crowded, less developed, less expensive, low crime areas. I later found out that many people in Florida were doing the same thing, and moving to North Carolina.

There are three well-known people, that appear to have done the same thing that I did, felt the same way that I did, at about the same time that I did. Two of them, I didn’t know anything about them at the time. I wanted to bring these three people up, because a lot is known about their lives, what they felt, and what they believed. Also, they are interesting people that I want to mention to readers, and tell a little bit about them. They are Chris McCandless, Art Bell, and William Cooper. This will be in my next blog post.

How Has This Blog Website Affected My Employment?

October 26, 2017UncategorizedLiving in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, people in dickinson north dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, what is it like in Dickinson North Dakota, working in Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

I hope that the people who don’t like me or my blog website will read this post.

In the summer of 2014, I began working for a small, locally owned company in Dickinson, North Dakota. I liked the work that I was doing, better than any work that I had done in the past. When I started with this company, I was pleased with the money that I was making. I made about $25,000 in the first six months.

Then, there came the winter work slow down. The owner of the company had a talk with me in person. He asked me if I would like to be the manager of the company, and I said that I would. He explained to me that he planned on retiring in two years. He said that if I could manage the company O.K. for two years, he would give the company to me.

I was contented with the money that I had been making at this company. I was happy that I was asked to be the manager. I didn’t know if I would be able to afford this company, even if it was given to me, because of the possibility of a customer not paying. If a customer didn’t pay, and there was a history of a government customer not paying for several months, I would not have enough money in the bank to meet payroll for three months. I didn’t know if I wanted to own this company or not.

January and February were lean months, but there was a good project in March where I made about $7,500 that month. I liked the work, and I liked the amount of money that I was being paid. The owner of the company was fairly nice, and he did not bother the employees unnecessarily. The owner of the company left the employees alone to do their work.

This small locally owned company did various small projects each month. These small projects were always in town. The company did not make very much money on these small projects, and the employees did not make very much money on these small projects. Nevertheless, the company owner liked doing them because he believed that they were good for business, these small projects could lead to bigger projects, it was good advertising, and it was good public relations.

The older, experienced, long-time employees, did not want to do these small projects. They were a pain in the ass, they didn’t pay much, they interfered with working on bigger projects, and they were always “on front street” in town, where everybody could see what you were doing, and bother you while you were working. Before long, I clearly recognized why the older, experienced long-time employees did not want to do these small projects in town.

What was actually happening, and I didn’t like it too much, was that the older, experienced, long-time employees who refused to do the small projects “on front street” in town, they were actually getting to work on bigger long-term projects outside of town, and they were making a lot more money than me. Because I was the manager, I kind of felt that it was my duty to do these small projects in town, which were more for advertisement and public relations, than an opportunity to make money.

I tried to be professional and do a good job on these small projects in town, but the truth was, because I was doing these types of small projects regularly, it was keeping me from making very much money. The big, long-term projects out in the middle of nowhere, that is where I wanted to be.

This blog post is mostly for the people that came to figure out or find out that it was me writing these blog posts about Dickinson. Even before anyone knew or had any idea that it was me writing these blog posts about Dickinson, when I was working in town, people would sometimes bother me when I was working. I don’t mean the casual, pleasant, polite conversations. I mean when people come up to you, and you can tell that they are trying to instigate a fight or antagonize you, because of their disrespectful attitude, inappropriate familiarity with you, or leading and inappropriate questions.

I would try to avoid, discourage, and not be drawn into any kind of conflict while working in town. The truth is, that I wanted to keep my job, and not lose my job by getting into some kind of conflict while working in town. It was not that I liked working in town, I didn’t like working in town because these projects interfered with me making money. I wanted to keep my job so that I could work on the bigger long-term projects outside of town.

Now, it looks like it is the case, that some people have figured out or found out that it is me who is writing these blog posts about Dickinson. The people who don’t like me or my blog posts, have probably informed my employer, and have told him, “I don’t think that it is right for you to have him work here.” Now my employer, considering the people who have voiced their concerns, has probably come to the conclusion that he can not have me working in town “on front street” because these small projects are all about good advertising, and good public relations.

It may be the case now, that the only place that my employer can have me work, is out in the middle of nowhere on some long-term project where there aren’t any people around. This is what I wanted in the first place.

Dickinson, North Dakota Has Removed The Welcome Matt

October 26, 2017UncategorizedDickinson, North Dakota, guide to Dickinson North Dakota, Information on Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, the Dickinson Rule, what are people like in Dickinson North Dakota, what is Dickinson North Dakota Like, working in Dickinson North Dakota, would you move to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

In my previous two blog posts, I explained that Dickinson, North Dakota has removed the Welcome Matt, and I explained the reasons why. I will not go into these reasons again, instead I will explain what this means, more clearly and more plainly.

If you are living in a different state, and you are considering moving to Dickinson to work, I want to caution you, and give you some things to consider.

The local people in Dickinson do not like workers from out of state. They did not like out of state workers during the oil boom, and they dislike out of state workers even more now that the oil boom has gone away.

Many oil field jobs have gone away, local people are making less money, work hours have been reduced, and overtime hours have been reduced. Some local people have lost their jobs, and some local people are having difficulty in finding a new job. The winter work slow down is here, there will be fewer jobs, layoffs, and it will be much harder to find a job this winter in Dickinson.

During the oil boom, the local co-workers in Dickinson, were often hostile, hateful, uncooperative, mean, and undermining to out of state workers. Now, the local people in Dickinson not only hate out of state workers, they feel that out of state workers are a threat to them in preventing them from finding job, taking a job that could have gone to a local person, or keeping their job while a local person is laid off or fired.

I would not come to Dickinson now from out of state without having a good solid job offer, and a second or third prospective employer. Your prospective employer may be a good person, their management team may be good people, but once you get out to your office, counter, warehouse, truck, route, job site, or oil field, your local Dickinson co-workers may have other plans for you, specifically, you not being here.

In my previous two blog posts, I described something called the “Dickinson Rule”. What this means is, the local people in Dickinson have adopted this rule, where local people are given preference in hiring, promotion, work assignments, overtime, and should be the last people to be reprimanded, demoted, laid off, or fired. People from out of state, are not due equal treatment or fair treatment.

If you are a worker from out of state, be prepared to not receive complete instructions when required, not receive important information when necessary, be given incorrect instructions and information, be assigned faulty equipment, faulty equipment to not be repaired, to not be given the necessary tools, to not receive cooperation, to have your work performance reported as unsatisfactory, to not be paid for hours worked, and to not be paid as agreed. These things are the implementation and application of the “Dickinson Rule”.

I am going to try to write enough about this “Dickinson Rule”, so that company owners and company managers can fully understand and realize that this is happening. I believe that many company owners and managers have spotted some of these things, but I doubt that many of them are completely aware of everything that is going on. Further, I think that there are company owners and managers who do not care.

I also want to write enough about this “Dickinson Rule”, so that workers from out of state will know about this ahead of time. Workers from out of state can plan ahead, what they think that they would do in their particular work situation, when they don’t get cooperation, complete information, correct instructions, fully functioning equipment, all the necessary tools, pay for all hours worked, or the pay that was agreed upon.

One of the things that out of state workers can do, is say, “No, I don’t want to work for you company because of the Dickinson Rule.” If enough out of state workers call this out as their reason for not accepting a job offer, not coming to work, quitting and leaving, then company owners and managers may have to address this problem, and try to put an end to the implementation of the “Dickinson Rule” at their company.

Starting Over Writing About People In Dickinson, North Dakota

October 26, 2017Uncategorizedguide to Dickinson North Dakota, Information on Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, the Dickinson Rule, what are people like in Dickinson North Dakota, what is Dickinson North Dakota Like, working in Dickinson North Dakota, would you move to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

I have lived in Dickinson, North Dakota since 2011. I have been writing blog posts about living in Dickinson for the past three years. I have been seeing such a significant change in the people in Dickinson during the past several months, that I believe a transition has occurred.

There was an oil boom in North Dakota from 2007 through 2014. In 2015, there was a sharp drop in the price of oil. The number of operating oil drill rigs decreased, work in the oil field slowed down, other businesses slowed down, and many out of state workers returned home to the states where they came from.

Dickinson became less crowded, less busy, quieter, and calmer. However, the attitude, outlook, mood, and behavior of people in Dickinson did not change that much from what it had been during the oil boom years of 2007 through 2014.

In 2015 and 2016, people in Dickinson wondered and speculated whether the oil boom would come back. People’s opinions would change daily depending on what they had heard, read, or what other people had persuaded them to believe. No matter what we thought, we were all waiting to see what actually happened.

In 2017, I believe that most people in Dickinson had concluded that the oil boom was not coming back, whether they admitted this out loud or not. Reaching this conclusion, every individual considered what this meant for them, how would this affect them.

In the Fall of 2017, it was like everyone in Dickinson had changed overnight. It was like they had all changed in unison, their attitudes, outlook, mood, and behavior.

In Dickinson every winter, there is a work slow down, and a work shut down. It becomes so cold, that it is difficult to work outside. It begins to snow, and the ground freezes. Farmers don’t do any work with their fields, construction companies can’t do many types of work because it isn’t practical, personal work projects and commercial work projects can’t be done due to the weather.

In the winter, there are fewer jobs, it is harder to find a job, there are fewer ways to make money, and it is harder to make money. It is a time of financial hardship for many people in Dickinson because they are not working. This year, as winter approached, people in Dickinson had already been thinking that the oil boom was over, and it wasn’t coming back.

I think that this is why, I saw a sudden universal change in everyone in Dickinson during the past couple of months. I think that everyone in Dickinson is preparing for hard times.

I wrote about this some in my previous blog post. For the past three years, I had been writing that the people from Dickinson were unfriendly, and that they did not like the workers who came from out of state during the oil boom to work in Dickinson. The unfriendliness, hostility, lack of cooperation, hatred, and undermining of out of state workers that I had written about for the past three years, all of sudden got worse and more severe.

What I thought was happening, was the local people from Dickinson had their wages reduced, hours reduced, overtime hours reduced, they had lost their job, or they were unable to get a job, and they felt that they had more of right to make money and earn a living than the workers who had come from out of state.

With the realization of the local people in Dickinson that the oil boom was not coming back, that there would be fewer and fewer jobs in the oil field, that winter is coming where there is a work shut down and reduced work, the local people from Dickinson universally decided all at once that their “benevolence” toward people from out of state was over.

Approximately one-half of the employers and companies in the Dickinson area, are not from Dickinson. Examples are: Menards, Wal-Mart, Runnings, Marathon Oil, Continental Oil, Whiting Oil, Tesoro Oil, Conoco Philips Oil, Lufkin, Halliburton, BJ, Nabors Drilling, Scull Construction, JE Dunn Construction, Knife River Construction, MDU, BNSF, Family Fare Grocery Store, Cash Wise Grocery Store, Sanford Health, St. Alelxius Health, and Dickinson State University.

However, even though approximately one-half of the employers and companies in the Dickinson area are not from Dickinson, some of these companies do pay attention to whether they are hiring local people from Dickinson, or non-local people. One reason why they pay attention to whether they are hiring local people from Dickinson, is because their management and their workers are from Dickinson, and these people already working at the company have collectively started enforcing the “Dickinson Rule”, whether the company owners wanted this or not.

Non locally owned companies in Dickinson that appear to try to hire mostly local people from Dickinson whenever possible are: Runnings, Whiting Oil, MDU, Family Fare Grocery Store, St. Alexius Health, and Dickinson State University.

Non locally owned companies in Dickinson that appear to have slight favoritism to hiring local people from Dickinson are: Marathon Oil, Continental Oil, Conoco Philips Oil. This slight favoritism may be because these oil companies want people who work in the field to be familiar with the area, knowledgeable about the area, and accustomed to the weather.

Non locally owned companies in Dickinson who appear to have no preference in hiring people based on where they are from: Menards, Wal-Mart, Tesoro Oil, Lufkin, Halliburton, BJ, Nabors Drilling, Scull Construction, JE Dunn Construction, Knife River Construction, BNSF, Cash Wise Grocery Store, and Sanford Health.

Because of the large amount of people that work at Menards, Wal-Mart, Tesoro Oil, Halliburton, BJ, Knife River Construction, Cash Wise, and Sanford Health, these businesses could not stay open if they tried to only hire people from Dickinson. For that matter, all the other non locally owned companies in Dickinson that have some preference for hiring local people from Dickinson, Runnings, Whiting, MDU, Family Fare, St. Alexuis Health, DSU, Marathon, Continental, and Conoco Philips could not stay open if they tried to only hire people from Dickinson.

The local people from Dickinson almost unanimously do not want people who are from out of state to be living in Dickinson now, but the non locally owned companies in Dickinson need the out of state workers in order to have enough employees to stay open and function.

The locally owned companies in Dickinson, they still have some out of state workers employed with their company. Several example are MBI, Nuverra, Winn Construction, Northern Improvement, and McDonalds. These companies would not have enough workers if they did not hire some people from out of state.

I believe that I just explained rather thoroughly up above, that both the non locally owned companies and the locally owned companies in Dickinson have had to hire workers from out of state in order to keep their businesses open and functioning. I explained that some of the non locally owned companies in Dickinson, do have a preference for hiring local people from Dickinson. Because some non locally owned companies have so many local people from Dickinson working in them, these local people at these companies have begun applying or enforcing the “Dickinson Rule” in hiring, and also in the work place.

The point that I want to make, the “Transition” that I believe occurred in 2017, the almost universal and unanimous change in the people in Dickinson that seemed to occur overnight, was the passing of the “Dickinson Rule” into law in Dickinson.

The “Dickinson Rule”, is that the local people from Dickinson are to be given preference in all things over people from out of state. The local people from Dickinson should be the first to be hired, the first to be promoted, the last to be reprimanded, the last to be demoted, the last to be let go, the last to be fired. In all dealings, business, financial, social, medical, religious, and enforcement of law, local people from Dickinson have precedence over people from out of state. People from out of state are not due equal treatment. Whenever and wherever possible, the people from out of state should be encouraged to leave Dickinson.

Starting Over Writing About Dickinson, North Dakota

October 26, 2017UncategorizedDickinson, North Dakota, economy in Dickinson North Dakota, guide to Dickinson North Dakota, Information on Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, oil boom over in North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, what are people like in Dickinson North Dakota, what is Dickinson North Dakota Like, work slow down in Dickinson North Dakota, would you move to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

Dickinson, North Dakota has changed so much over the past 12 months, that I need to start over, and begin again in describing Dickinson, North Dakota.

The economy, business, business practices, real estate, construction, construction companies, oil field, oil field companies, employment, jobs, crime, people’s attitudes, and people’s behavior have changed so much, that I have to completely start over in describing what Dickinson, North Dakota is like now.

For my own personal reference and orientation, in thinking about Dickinson, and describing Dickinson, I will have to be clear, that there is a big difference between what Dickinson was like 2007 through 2016, and what Dickinson had changed into by the end of 2017.

The price of oil fell drastically in 2015, causing the oil boom in North Dakota to begin slowing down. There were changes that occurred in western North Dakota as the number of operating oil drill rigs declined. The oil field work slowed down, which in turn caused there to be a slow down in the rest of the economy in western North Dakota. Many workers from out of state returned home to the states where they came from.

When the oil boom slowed down in 2015, Dickinson became calmer and quieter. There became less people in Dickinson, and less traffic. Some oil field businesses closed, other businesses closed, and some residents moved out of state.

However, the character, mood, attitudes, and mentality in Dickinson remained the same as what it had been during the last years of the oil boom, up until 2017.

I believe that 2017 is a clear cut-off point, to where everything changed in Dickinson. I believe that all through the beginning of 2017, virtually everyone in Dickinson realized that the oil boom was over, whether they said it out loud or not. Throughout Dickinson, everyone considered how the oil boom being over, would affect them. By the end of 2017, everyone’s outlook, attitude, mentality, and behavior changed.

To me, who had been living in Dickinson since 2011, there came a point in late 2017, that it seemed like everyone in Dickinson had changed over night. It was like the people in Dickinson had changed in unison.

In writing this blog post, and in discussing it, I see that the origin of this change was the sharp decline in the price of oil, the slow down in the oil field, the decline in business and the number of out of state workers, the continuation of the slow down, and the gradual realization by the people in Dickinson that the oil boom was over, and that it was not coming back. However, the outlook, attitude, mentality, and behavior of people in Dickinson seemed to change all of a sudden, in late 2017.

The people in Dickinson became less friendly. That is right, the people in Dickinson became even less friendly. For the past three years, I have described the people in Dickinson as being unfriendly, but now, they have become distinctly even more unfriendly.

There is becoming a greater distinction and division between the people who are from Dickinson, and the people who are not from Dickinson. During the oil boom that occurred in Dickinson from 2007 through 2014, the people from Dickinson did not like the out of state workers. Now that the oil boom is over, the people from Dickinson dislike people from out of state even more.

Working in Dickinson from 2011 through 2014, my co-workers from Dickinson were sometimes hostile, unfriendly, uncooperative, not helpful, resentful, and undermining. Beginning in 2015, I could see that the people from Dickinson, were becoming even more hostile, unfriendly, uncooperative, resentful, and undermining with their co-workers, both with local and out of state workers, but much more so with out of state workers.

What is happening is this: The local people from Dickinson are making less money, working less hours, and working less overtime. The local people from Dickinson have lost their jobs, and have had difficulty in getting jobs. The local people in Dickinson, they want to be able to afford to pay for the things that they have, not lose their car or their house, and be able to live. The local people in Dickinson, believe that they should have more of a right to work and earn a living, than workers from out of state.

Many or most of the local people in Dickinson, did not like people from out of state coming to Dickinson to work during the oil boom. The local people were hostile and unfriendly to the people who were from out of state, during the oil boom. Now, with local people making less money, having lost their job, and not being able to get a job, their dislike for people who are from out of state, is much greater.

With work having slowed down in Dickinson, many out of state workers having moved away, traffic being lower, businesses being slower, things being quieter and calmer, there are a few other ways that Dickinson had changed distinctly by 2017.

Apartment rent and house rent have decreased greatly. The new apartments that were built during the oil boom, are now much more affordable. The older apartments and older homes, the rent on these are now very low.

The house prices in Dickinson have come down some, but not as much as they should have, considering that the oil boom is over. There are several reasons why the house prices remain high, higher than they should be: Real estate agents and property owners are deliberately trying to keep house prices high through their own efforts; some home owners do not understand and will not face reality; some home owners mistakenly think that the oil boom will return any minute now; some people are just so hung up with what they paid for their home during the oil boom, that they will not price it for what the market is now; some people paid so much for their home during the oil boom that they owe much more than their home is worth now.

I will mention one more way that Dickinson had changed significantly by 2017. There was an increase in property theft in Dickinson in 2016 and 2017. In reading the Dickinson Press newspaper “Crime And Courts” and the “Police Blotter” over the past several years, I noticed that there were more and more thefts from businesses, homes, garages, and automobiles. In 2016, the amount property theft appeared to be distinctly greater than in previous years. Now in 2017, property theft seems to be a permanent, daily, ongoing thing in Dickinson. Dickinson is now a high theft area.

Warning About Banking, Debit Cards, And Paying Bills

October 23, 2017Uncategorizedexamining financial transactions, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, watching out for financial fraudname withheld

I wanted to share some very important information with readers about Banking, Debit Cards, and Paying Bills. There are some very bad things that can happen, that I want to point out to you. Some of these things have happened to me, and people that I know.

The very bad things that happen, are the result of people placing too much trust in how things “should work”, “usually work”, or are “supposed to work”, instead of thinking “What is the worst that could happen?”. As negative as this sounds, where financial transactions are concerned, you should be thinking, “What is the worst that could happen?”

Many, many people, use “AutoPay” to allow utility companies to directly withdraw money from their checking account for their monthly electric, gas, or water bill. It sometimes happens, that there is an error or mix up in the metering record, and some people have had all of the money in their checking account withdrawn by a utility company, thousands of dollars, all of the money that they had. Then, the utility companies that have removed all of the money from someone’s checking account have said, “We have found no error in the meter reading or the meter. The charges are correct.” Some people have had to fight for months to get their money back, and the utility company could not care less. Please, do not keep all of your money in one checking account.
Many people use their debit card to pay for fuel. It has been in the news, where people used their debit card to pay for fuel at a gas station, and they later found that all of the money in their checking account has been removed, several thousand dollars, for one purchase of gasoline. There was a mistake at the pump, where the pump electronically registered that hundreds of gallons of fuel were pumped. All of the money that these people had, was removed from their checking account. The response from the billing company and the bank were, “There appears to be no error.” The billing company and the bank could not care less. It took these people several months to get their money back. Please, do not keep all of your money in one checking account.
I recently viewed my on-line bank statement for my checking account. I saw that my check for my monthly credit card payment, had been drawn against my account, and that my credit card payment was received on time. About one week later, I received an e-mail from my credit card company stating that my payment had not been received. I had to telephone my credit card company, insist that they had cashed my check, give them the check number, check date, date it was drawn on my account, and give them the transaction number. It took the credit card company two weeks to find out that my check payment had been applied to someone else’s account. No apology.
It has happened to my father, my grandmother, and other friends of mine, that an employee, worker, or relative, has removed a check from the middle of a book of checks, and written a check payable to them, and forged the account holder’s signature. When this was discovered by the account holder viewing their bank statements and what checks had been drawn on their account, I know of one instance when the bank said, “So what. What are we supposed to do about it?” I had always thought, that when someone steals a check, and forges a check, that this is treated as a fraudulent transaction, and that the account holder is not responsible for this fraudulent transaction. This can be a very bad situation, when the bank does not want to cooperate. Please, do not keep all of your money in one checking account.
I have completed a deposit slip, handed the bank teller the deposit slip and the checks to be deposited, received a receipt, and walked away. While walking away and looking at the deposit receipt, I noticed that the deposit was made to someone else’s account. Please, look at your transaction receipts.
I have sent a fax to my insurance agent when my vehicle insurance renewal was due, listing the coverages that I wanted for each vehicle and trailer. Rather than requiring my insurance agent to return a fax to me with a price for each item, I just asked him for the grand total, and I paid by credit card. I later found out, that my insurance agent had failed/forgotten to insure the truck that I was driving, though it was one of the vehicles listed on the fax that I had sent to him. Had I gotten into a vehicle accident driving a truck with no insurance, I would have been financially responsible for property damage and people’s medical bills.
For about ten years, my father had been paying for an insurance policy on a house in a foreign country. He would pay by check, once each year. He would see that the check for the insurance policy was drawn on his bank account, that the check was received by the due date. On approximately the eleventh year, my father talked to a different person than he normally dealt with at the insurance company. The insurance company reviewed their files very carefully, but there was no such account or policy with their company. What had happened was, this particular insurance agent had created a fake policy and a fake account that did not actually exist with this insurance company. When he received the insurance payment check for this policy each year, he just went to the bank and cashed the check, there was no real insurance policy.
As in example #7 above, where an employee of an insurance company was able to either deposit or cash a check that was not made payable to him personally, this does happen under certain circumstances. It has happened to business owners that I know, who routinely send their administrative assistants to the bank with checks and deposit slips, that this has led to financial fraud.

It begins with a business owner entrusting an administrative assistant to take checks to the bank with a deposit slip, to deposit these checks into a company account. Either right away, or before long, the deposit slips are in the administrative assistant’s hand writing. Soon, the administrative assistant is asked to deposit some of the checks into this business account, other checks into that business account, and possibly even a personal account. Next, this does happen, the business owner needs cash, and he sends the administrative assistant to the bank with checks, a deposit slip, and cash back requested. Or, the business owner needs cash, and he sends the administrative assistant to the bank to cash a check. Once this has happened, an administrative assistant who desperately needs money, will wait for the chance to take checks to the bank to be deposited, and fill out a deposit slip with cash back requested, this time the cash is for themselves. Or, they will just cash a check that was payable to the business.

Once administrative assistants have been going to the bank each week to make company deposits, and these deposits have had some variety to them, such as deposits to different business accounts, personal accounts, joint accounts, and deposits with cash back, or even check cashing, the bank tellers have no way of knowing when the administrative assistant is doing something that he/she is not supposed to be doing.

Stories From The Lives Of Old Women

October 22, 2017UncategorizedLiving in Dickinson, North Dakota, the lives of old women, women in Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

If ever you wanted to learn about life, one of the best sources of information is old women. It is usually shocking to find out what they have experienced and have done. At the same time you are experiencing shock and disbelief, it is also very funny.

Young women, teenagers, college students, and women in their twenties, think that they are so daring, so rebellious, such risk takers, and breakers of rules. These women usually look at grey haired old women as being boring and no fun at all. The truth is, that most grey haired women have done more daring and riskier things than the young women today.

There was a woman that I worked for, who was 82 years old, I will call her “Cathy”. Cathy was from a farm in Canada, her family were Ukranian. After she finished high school, she went to school to become a nurse. After graduating from nursing school, she went to California to work as a nurse, this would have been approximately 1950.

California was booming in 1950. This was probably the peak of the glamour and prestige of Hollywood. California and Los Angeles were beautiful. Beautiful weather, beautiful people, new fancy restaurants and clubs, famous people, stars, celebrities, sports cars, and mansions.

To look at Cathy, a plump, grey haired, soft spoken, polite, considerate old lady, you would think that she had been a quiet housewife her whole life. Living a simple, boring, plain, ordinary life. This was not the case.

I talked with Cathy for many hours. In her home, were miscellaneous boxes of old photographs and old books. As I mentioned earlier, Cathy had grown up on a farm in Canada. For any woman who had ambition back then, becoming a nurse was a very respectable thing to do, and nursing offered many opportunities to young women to go wherever they wanted, be independent, and have financial success.

I saw about ten or more photographs of Cathy when she was in nursing school. This was very serious business back then, she and all of the other young ladies were wearing very formal nursing uniforms, and they looked very sharp and dedicated. The nursing school had zero tolerance for anything below excellent performance and conduct back then.

I found some of Cathy’s books from nursing school, such as medical anatomy books, and very large books on specifications, diagnoses, symptoms, and treatment for all known medical conditions and diseases. These books must have been incredibly expensive, much more so than college text books which are usually expensive. Inside of these medical books, on every page, were Cathy’s very neat hand written annotations in the margins. Cathy gave these books to me because she was old, and she could hardly see anymore.

When I was looking through more books, and more photographs, I found some things that didn’t belong. I looked over my shoulder at Cathy, she was sitting in her chair, saying nothing, but she had a faint smirk.

I knew her as this 82 year old, plump, quiet, soft spoken, considerate grey haired old woman. I also saw her as this dedicated, serious, staunchly dressed nurse. Who were these people in these photographs?

Above Los Angeles, in the Hollywood Hills, we have all seen old Time-Life photographs of the celebrity mansions, and estates of movie stars in the 1950s. Or, we have seen old news reels from MGM studios showing the home lives of their movie stars. Why did Cathy have these personal photographs of these estates, with glamorous celebrities and beautiful women out by the pool or veranda, overlooking Los Angeles below?

After looking at them for some time, because they were incredible photographs, I said to Cathy, “Who are these people in these photographs?” She said something like, “What photographs are you talking about? Oh, I don’t know.” And she continued to smirk.

Within a day or two, I found a book which was a biography of a very famous and internationally known male celebrity. Inside the cover of this book, was a hand written note to Cathy, blah, blah, blah… Then I figured it all out, the photographs of these glamorous women in bathing suits out at the pool or veranda of these celebrity estates and mansions, these were photographs of Cathy.

Cathy could tell that I had figured everything out from the expression on my face. She said, “Well…”. I said, “Cathy, I have been looking at all of these photographs from Hollywood of these women out by the pool, and I found this biography with an inscription inside the cover from this famous person. Were you a party girl or something?” She replied, “Well, I don’t know about that, I suppose.”

Just a little bit more about Cathy. Cathy never had children, but she did get married when she was about fifty years old. She married a man her own age that she liked. Cathy was Ukranian, and he was Polish, they could each understand a little bit of Ukranian and a little bit of Polish. Cathy married for companionship and perhaps love. She was a millionaire, back when a million dollars was a lot of money, from having invested quite a bit of money in the stock of a pharmaceutical company, which had doubled, tripled, quadrupled, and so on.

A Strange And Interesting Friend That I Learned A Lot From

October 22, 2017UncategorizedLiving in Dickinson, North Dakota, people I have met in North Dakotaname withheld

I have mentioned and written about this friend of mine in previous blog posts. He has had a rather difficult and unfortunate life. I miss him being around, and I learned a lot from him. I won’t use his real name in this blog post, I will refer to him as “Zane”.

Zane was born in a rural area of Wyoming, not too far from one of the Oil Boom Towns. Growing up, he mostly lived on his family’s rural, sparse, hardly improved 300 acre property. His mother and father were strange, abusive, and most likely they were mentally ill.

Zane only went to school for about three years in his entire life. His mother and father were supposed to be home-schooling him, but they were not. I believe that by the age of 10 years, he could read, write, add and subtract, multiply and divide, but I think that he knew how to do these things possibly mostly through his own efforts to learn them.

From a very early age, he spent a great deal of time wandering on his family’s property and exploring. He had an interest in the outdoors, the old west, and military/war things, like many young boys do.

From what he describes, many of his neighbors and people in the town had suspicion and dislike for him, ever since he was a small kid. He was probably dirty, he did not go to school, and he didn’t act right.

Zane’s parents had a lot of problems, financial and otherwise. At their dilapidated home, often times they did not have hot running water, or a functioning sewer system. There were probably several reasons why Zane’s parents kept him out of school. Zane would not have been clean, had clean clothes or many clothes, lunch or lunch money, or school supplies. His parent’s would have had a lot of explaining to do, and they would have been called in repeatedly, for inquiries about what was going on with Zane, and for complaints about his behavior.

From when Zane was about eight years old to sixteen years old, he spent much of his time wandering his family’s property. He hunted animals, cut and gathered firewood, tried to make improvements on the property, and he tried to make his own place to live.

There was an old well on his family’s property, that was full of junk and debris. Zane did not know why his grandparents or parents had begun dumping debris in the well, just using it as a big hole that they could dump things in. He cleaned all the junk and debris out of the old well, scooped out all the bad old water, and clean water began to flow into the well. When his father discovered that Zane had cleaned out this old well and that it was flowing again, his father began dumping junk and debris into this well again.

Zane began cleaning, patching, and fixing an old single-wide trailer on the family’s property for himself to live in. At one time, one of the things that Zane did, was have some plastic barrels of water on the roof of the trailer, with a hose attached to them. When the sun heated up the barrels, there was some hot water that Zane could use for bathing. Zane’s father was very angry about this, because his son thought of this, and his son had hot water to use for bathing, and he didn’t.

This is part of the background of what Zane’s life was like growing up. What I wanted to explain now, was how people reacted to and treated Zane when he was growing up. This is a lesson, in both the good and bad in people, understanding and ignorance.

As I stated previously, many of Zane’s neighbors and towns people did not like Zane and were suspicious of him. He was probably dirty, he dressed funny, he didn’t act right, and he didn’t go to school. He did not seem like a normal kid.

However, some people in the town recognized several things. They recognized that Zane’s parents were poor and that there was something wrong with his parents. They recognized that his parents had kept him from going to school, that he did not have hardly any clothes or much of anything, and that it looked like he was having to try to raise himself.

For instance, when Zane would be walking in town, some residents would see him and have fear and apprehension of what he was up to, he was not normal. Other residents who were also suspicious of what he was up to, might ask, “What are you going to do with that old hose you have there?” He might have answered, “I put some water barrels up on the roof, so that I can take a shower.” Then, they might have understood, that this eleven year old kid, did not have a normal home.

The people in town, that talked to Zane the most, were World War II veterans and Korean War veterans. These older men, were wondering what is wrong with this kid? They started talking to him, to try to find out what was going on. And they found out what was going on.

The older men veterans, would talk to Zane, and say, “I have got a bunch of junk in my yard, I will pay you to load it all on my trailer so that I can take it to the dump.” Zane would load all the junk on their trailer, and say, “Can I have this old bicycle that you are throwing away?”, or “Can I have this old lawn mower that you are throwing away?” When Zane was done, the old veteran would say, “By the way, do you want this jacket, it’s too small for me now, it doesn’t fit me any more.”

When Zane would get home after days like this, with a new jacket and an old bicycle, his father would angrily ask, “Where did you get that?” And Zane would explain to his father where he had gotten the jacket and the bicycle. His father would say, “Do you think they have any more, do they have any more in my size?” Zane would explain, “I don’t know, he was just giving away a jacket he didn’t need, I don’t know if he has any more.”

As Zane got older, he spent more and more time with the older veterans in the town. They did not criticize him or pick on him. They found work for him to do, and they gave him clothes, books, camping equipment, tools, hardware, and sometimes sold him something like a motorcycle or scooter for a very low price. It was one of these old men that lent him a vehicle in order for Zane to take his driver’s license test.

When Zane was in town, he liked to go to the library to read books and magazines. He liked to read all of the outdoor magazines, he liked to read western novels, and he liked to read the military/war books. The librarians and the library patrons did not like seeing Zane. He was not clean looking, he was shabbily dressed, and he was oddly dressed.

Zane was color blind. He got his clothes at thrift stores or charity stores. He bought shirts, pants, and coats that were his size or were too large, whatever he could get that he could wear. He did not know that his pants were green or red, they just looked grey to him. People would look at him and glare, scowl, or sneer, and he didn’t know why, he hadn’t done anything to them.

There were a couple of women in town that were in their 50s, that were concerned about Zane, and took an interest in him, almost like they would have for a feral cat. Women that were younger than 50, would not have offered any friendship to Zane, out of fear and out of concern over what people would say and think. Women older than sixty would not have allowed Zane in their home out of fear and out of not having the energy to deal with him.

But there were a couple of women in their 50s, that could see that there was something wrong with this young man, he was not in school, he was shabbily dressed, oddly dressed, and abnormal acting. They could see that many people would respond unfavorably to this young man.

I think, that both out of caring and out of boredom, there were a couple of women that thought that Zane was headed for problems in life, probably jail and prison, if someone did not intervene. Two of these women were retired, probably on social security disability because they had health problems, unmarried or divorced, who lived by themselves, except for having cats. Both of these women could not sleep at night, and they did not have any kind of fixed schedule. They did what they wanted, when they wanted.

They would invite Zane into their home. They would talk, listen to talk radio, or each sit and read their own books, late into the night. They felt sorry for Zane because he did not have anywhere to go, or any one to talk to. They probably thought that this was particularly unfortunate that he was raising himself, just as he was becoming a teenager, when most young people his age have all kinds of questions and things that they don’t understand.

I think that it is kind of funny, that some veterans in their 50s, and some women in their 50s, could see that there was something wrong with Zane, and they tried to find out what was wrong with him, and help him. Most other people saw Zane, and they reacted to him with glares, sneers, scowls, unfriendliness, and meanness.

The Evolution Of Relationships Between Men And Women

October 19, 2017Uncategorizedhow women get ahead at work, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, sexual harassment allegations, sexual harassment lawsuits, sexual harassment of women, woman want things both ways, women in Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

At this time in history right now, we are in the midst of probably the most drastic changes in relationships between men and women that there has ever been, or ever will be.

Right in this 50 year time period from 1970 to 2020, there is becoming a complete role change for women. There is an incredible amount of chaos in the United States at this moment because of the existence of long held old beliefs and completely new beliefs at this same time.

Since the 1970s, women have transitioned from being traditional stay-at-home moms or housewives, to working outside the home part-time, to working outside the home full-time, to working outside the home for 60 hours per week. Women have requested equal opportunity to work in all branches of the military, as police officers, prison guards, firefighters, doctors, lawyers, judges, supreme court judges, elected representatives.

Some of the chaos and conflict that we see right now is the result of the following: Some women still want to be non-working wives, who are pampered, and have a life of leisure, while at the same time some women want to work along side men and compete with them to get ahead; Some women want to be protected by men and have things done for them by men, while at the same time some women want to be in the military, be police officers, or be firefighters; Some women want to pretend to be clue-less and helpless in order to be appealing to men who want to take care of them, while other women want to assert how intelligent they are and be doctors, lawyers, judges, or elected representatives.

What makes everything so much more complicated, is that some women try to play every angle, both sides, and try to take advantage of every loophole possible. This is probably the most disruptive thing in society and culture in the United States right now. I will give some general examples, and some specific examples.

Women who are attractive, will still try to get what they want through their attractiveness and sexual appeal to men, even though they may be pursuing a career in academia, business, engineering, law, law enforcement, military, medicine, or politics. This tactic is 100% O.K. with them while they are doing it and while they are advancing, but once they reach a certain point, they cry foul and sexual harassment.

It is like all of a sudden they have changed their mind, they did want attention for their attractiveness and sexual appeal while they were advancing, but now they don’t want attention for their attractiveness and sexual appeal, in fact now they want to have a lawsuit against people for it. It is disruptive in our culture and society right now, that women still want to and try to get ahead by attractiveness and sexual appeal, but then they later claim sexual harassment.

For instance, at Fox News, there have been several female reporters such as Gretchen Carlson, Megyn Kelly, and Andrea Tantoros, that were happy to wear short, low-cut, revealing clothing in order to attract viewers, have good ratings, be popular, and advance at Fox News. At Fox News, these three women were thought of as attractive and sexually appealing, and they did attract the attention and desire of men by how they handled themselves and how they dressed. They advanced in their career because of this, and they absolutely were aware of what they were doing.

Women that were unattractive, and who did not have sexual appeal, did not often get as much air time as the women who were attractive and sexually appealing. This partly had to do with television viewers, ratings, and what the television viewers wanted to see. The women at Fox News were aware of this. Some of the women at Fox News advanced in their career and popularity through their attractiveness, how revealing their attire was, and how sexually appealing they were.

The chaos causing and conflict causing thing is, these women knowingly and willingly did this in order to advance themselves, and now they want to claim sexual harassment after the fact. The fact is, had they not used their attractiveness, revealing attire, and sexual appeal, another women who was a better journalist might have gotten their spot. They knew this, and they chose to beat out other women by wearing revealing attire and being sexually attractive in order to win the spot, and now they want to complain about their own tactics, actions, and behavior, and actually sue other people for it.

In the newspaper, on television, and on the internet, for the past two weeks, it has been nothing but “sexual harassment”, “sexual harassment”, “sexual harassment”. I will tell you something, the whole history of mankind on Earth has been “sexual harassment”. Are we too fucking stupid to understand now, that men are going to try have sex with women? When did it come to the point that we did not understand that men were going to try to have sex with women?

I will explain this another way. Do you know who doesn’t complain about sexual harassment? The lonely, unattractive women who never get asked out on dates, that is who does not complain about sexual harassment. For women that are somehow unattractive for some reason, who rarely receive romantic attention, they would be delighted that the mail man, the meter reader, a police officer, a co-worker, or a customer would compliment them about how they look, and ask them if they would like to go out on a date. They would love to be attractive to someone, to be sexually appealing to someone, so that they could have a boyfriend and maybe a husband one day. This is normal human nature.

Do you know who does complain about sexual harassment? Women that get lip injections, breast enhancements, that wear low-cut blouses, short skirts, or tight pants to work, who bend over to show everyone their boobs or their asses. They do everything they possibly can to attract the interest of men and arouse the sexual desire of men, and then they go and complain that men are “sexually harassing” them. This is not normal human nature, this is deviant human behavior, and it should be discouraged, not encouraged.

At this time in history, many people want to ignore the fact that men have always had an interest in having sex with women, and this is how children are created. Many people have come up with this insane idea, that there needs to be laws against men trying to have sex with women. What many people are basically trying to do, is make it illegal for men to express an interest in women.

So what we have in the work place currently, is women trying to be attractive, to get attention, to be sexually appealing, in order to advance and get ahead at work. Then these women want to turn around and have lawsuits against men for expressing an interest in them. They want to have lawsuits against others, for the tactics they chose to use in order to advance and get ahead.

This would be like women trying to get men to have sex with them, and then having a lawsuit against the men for getting them pregnant. Oh my God, wait a minute! Women have already been doing this for years, that’s what child support is.

Look Up “Escort Of Italy, Welcome To Italy Escort Service” The Best Site Ever

October 19, 2017Uncategorizedescorts in Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, prostitution in Dickinson North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, women in Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

Important Note To Readers: When I first wrote this blog post, I had just looked up and found “Escort Of Italy”. I read their home page, and I looked at their photo gallery of escorts. I was impressed with their uninhibited, unashamed, and business-like approach to offering their escorts, and I could not believe how perfect and beautiful their escorts were.

I thought that this was just a cultural difference between the United States and Italy. I thought that it would not hurt women readers in the U.S. to see this cultural difference. Initially, I did not know that you could click on each of the escort’s photographs in the gallery, and that it would give their age, height, weight, nationality, and explicitly state everything that they were willing to do sexually. I was not intending to lead my readers to something so sexually explicit, so I am cautioning the readers now to not click on the photos if they don’t want to see this.

I did not want to remove this blog post, because to the male Oil Field workers, this is like a dream come true. If only we could have this in the United States, life would be so wonderful. We would probably all be driving $1,000 automobiles in order to spend the rest of our money on these women every week. But I am cautioning the women readers in the United States, please don’t click on these escort’s photographs because you will likely be offended, and I was not trying to offend women readers.

I have lived in Dickinson, North Dakota for approximately five years now. In those five years, in my travels through Dickinson, New England, South Heart, Belfield, Gladstone, Taylor, Richardton, Watford City, Killdeer, Bismarck, and New Town, I have seen a total of approximately 50 attractive women. Approximately half of these women were married. The other half probably had boyfriends.

There is a shortage of women, and a scarcity of attractive women in North Dakota. In Dickinson, the ratio of men to women is approximately 3 to 1. In Watford City the ratio of men to women is approximately 8 to 1. In Williston the ratio of men to women may be 10 to 1. There are not enough women to go around.

The police in Dickinson, Watford City, Williston, and Bismarck try to not allow prostitution. The police in North Dakota create fake advertisements for escorts, and then arrest the men when they show up for their appointment, causing them to lose their jobs. The second effect of the police trying to not allow prostitution in North Dakota, is that only the most hideous looking drug addict prostitutes are willing to risk working in North Dakota.

The only attractive women that I ever see, are on the internet. The women that I see in Dickinson, are not even the same species as attractive women. Only the out of state workers even know what I am talking about. In order to prove this, I looked up an escort service in Italy. In Italy, they think that it is normal for men to want to spend time with an attractive woman. In Italy, women are attractive.

On the Escort of Italy website, they proudly show the photographs of each of their escorts, you can pick any one of these escorts that you want. They have approximately fifty women that are incredibly beautiful, healthy, dignified, and perfect:

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You will have to go look at their escorts on their website to get a complete understanding of what they are offering. I didn’t know when I first wrote this blog post, that you could click on the photograph of each escort, and then it would give their age, height, weight, nationality, and list what they were willing to do sexually in explicit detail, which was surprising to me, I didn’t know. This information is useful for men who are going to hire one of these escorts, but I wasn’t intending to lead my readers to anything so sexually explicit. I want my readers to be forewarned not to click on any of these women’s photographs if they think that these sexual details are something that they do not want to see.

I understand that the women readers in the U.S. may not want to see these women posing the way that they are, but I want the readers to see that these very attractive women have chosen to make money this way. These women may make more money than doctors, dentists, and lawyers in their country, which is why they decided to do this.

I sent an e-mail asking for prices in U.S. dollars, one hour is $270, two hours $475. You have to name the woman that you want, the date, and the time, and that is what you will get. That is exactly what I would like to do, to pick the woman that I want, which I would pick “Arina” with long dark hair, and I would look forward to seeing her all week. For about ten minutes, I seriously considered putting my house and cars up for sale, so that I could go to Italy and be with one of these escorts for a couple of times per week, until the money ran out, to make up for what I have been missing. Maybe I can get the money some other way.

Why can’t we have this in the United States? What is wrong with us? Most of what I have seen in the news this week, is women making allegations of being sexually harassed by men. O.K. women, you don’t want to be sexually harassed or bothered. Can we please have escorts like these in Italy? Why not?

I don’t want to have children. I don’t think that I should plan on getting married because it would likely not work out. There are not any women in Dickinson that I am interested in dating. I don’t want to date someone that I am not interested in and not attracted to, and I don’t want to date someone that is not interested in me or attracted to me. It would be nice to look forward to seeing Alexandra, Oliviya, Arina, Fiona, or Victoria every week. I wish that we could have this here. I would be so happy.

I can’t believe this, these escorts are so beautiful, and all you have to do is pay money, and they will be there, on time, with no arguing, griping, complaining, bitching, trying to start a fight, and they will have sex with you without wasting your time and frustrating you for weeks. This is too good to be true, but it is true, but not in the United States it isn’t.

If There Is Any Reason For Our Lives, It Is Probably For Learning

October 18, 2017UncategorizedLiving in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, what is Dickinson North Dakota Like, what is the purpose of life in Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

Many times I have considered what is the meaning for our lives. Some people have lives with love, happiness, fulfillment, good health, and comfort. Other people have lives with pain, misery, hardship, sickness, and suffering. How could this be, this doesn’t seem fair, just, equitable, or right.

The fact that some people have completely happy lives, and some people have completely horrible lives until the day that they die, makes one even wonder if or how there can be a God. How could God allow this to happen, why does he allow so much suffering, horrors, and tragedy to afflict people? What is the point and the purpose in all of this?

I think that it even says several places in the Bible, that you won’t and can’t know or understand God’s plans and purposes, something like “His ways are unsearchable…” Sometimes I wonder if clever people didn’t write the Bible, and think up things to say that would keep people following along, even when their good deeds, good intentions, devoutness, piety, and faith didn’t result in them being spared from tragedy and horrors. Hey, “No one can understand the ways of the Lord…”

It may be true that God has a plan and a reason for every person and everything. What would or could this plan be? Why are we here on Earth, each one of us? It is especially hard to understand that there could be any beneficial purpose when children are born into horrible circumstances, mistreated and harmed every day, and then killed, which is what I have read about in the news recently, I don’t even want to repeat any of the details.

Here in Dickinson, this is almost like a school for me, it literally is like a classroom. I have never seen things so clearly in my life, I don’t know if it is like this for anyone else here. I want to give one example.

I have met three local men in Dickinson, and have gotten to know them pretty well. These particular three men, their fathers were competent, hard working, and successful. These three men did not go without very much when they were children, they were helped by their family all throughout their lives, even in buying a home or property, and later through inheriting money, a home, or property.

None of these three men have been successful in their lives, not in a career, not financially, and especially not in relationships. In each of these three men, I have seen remarkable self-centeredness and selfishness, which appears to have been with them throughout their lives. This self-centerdness and selfishness seems to have been what has gotten in the way of their career, their financial success, and especially their relationships.

The reason why I brought up the fact that their fathers were competent, hardworking, and successful, and the fact that they have never had to go without very much throughout their lives, I think that this is the cause of their self-centerdness and selfishness. In a way, they have never had to go without, been without help, been desperate for help, had to look for help, been totally on their own. They have always received things, and received help. Somehow, this has made them not have any sympathy for others, compassion for others, desire to help others, or desire to understand others. In other words, they don’t care about others.

This not caring about others, has been something that has made them unsuccessful in relationships. For as long as they have not seen their own self-centeredness and selfishness, they have had failed work, social, and romantic relationships. It is like this, they try to get a job, start a job, start a relationship, or maintain a relationship, and it fails because they alienate people when it appears that they don’t care about people, but only themselves. Because this attitude has been so prevalent in their lives, I think that they were supposed to learn something from this, probably to recognize selfishness in themselves and to overcome it, but this hasn’t happened yet.

I don’t know how you would change something like this within yourself, not caring about others. I suppose the first step would be to see this in yourself, to identify this in yourself. The second step would be the desire, wish, and intention to change this in yourself, to want to start caring about people. The third step would be to actually begin caring about people, and to begin trying to help people.

These three men, life has given them opportunity after opportunity to recognize in themselves that they do not care about other people, that they should want to and try to help other people, and the opportunity to help other people. And for as many times as they do things to not care about other people, life will give them a result to reflect on, an opportunity for self evaluation, and an opportunity to try once more.

For the cynical people who are thinking why should I help anyone, why should I care about anyone, I began this blog post with the title “If There Is Any Reason For Our Lives, It Is Probably For Learning”. You can go through life not helping people, not caring about people, and doing whatever you want. At the very end of your life, knowing that you will certainly die soon, and there is no more time left for you, you might understand then that there are no more women, drugs, money, cars, boats, motorcycles, homes for you, you are leaving all of this behind, these things do not matter any more.

At the time of your death, once you realize that you are leaving all of this behind, do you think that you will wish that you cheated one more person, took advantage of one more person, stole from one more person, hurt one more person, or do you think that you will regret some of the bad things that you did to harm people? Looking back on your life, once you know that your life is over, you will probably wish that you had done some things differently, regretting mean, unkind, hurtful things that you did to people.

For some people, it might not be until they know that they will die soon, and understand that they will soon leave everything behind, that money and other worldly things will no longer matter to them and seem unimportant. For some people, they can see now that it is important how they treat other people, for what will seem important at the end of their life and what they would regret most at the end of their life is the harm that they caused other people.

Whether a person has the mental capacity at the end of their life to understand what they have done, or the time to reflect at the end of their life, or there is a personal life review after death, or there is judgment after death, I would not want to be one of the assholes who quadrupled the rent in Dickinson.

In my own life, what is it that I am supposed to learn? I think that I see some of it. Again, Dickinson is like school for me, it is literally like a classroom. O.K., I am paying attention, what is it that I am supposed to learn? This is what Dickinson has taught me so far:

In the South, where I come from, there was segregation and discrimination against Blacks. I was aware of this, but I didn’t truly know how this feels. Imagine how it would feel if you did very well in school, you got a degree in engineering, you had worked as an engineer, estimator, superintendent, project manager, and operated your own business, but you couldn’t get a good job because you were Black? After moving to Dickinson, I now know what it is like to be Black.
I had never been to prison. I was aware that there are no women in prison, you can’t go anywhere, and there are all kinds of rough, ignorant, primitive people that want to start fights all the time, but I didn’t truly know what this is like. After moving to Dickinson, I now know what it is like to be in prison.
I had never lived in a Third-World corrupt country like Somalia or Panama. I was aware that they don’t have law, order, due process of law, and enforcement of regulations and laws, but I didn’t truly know what this is like. After moving to Dickinson, and not being paid wages owed by my previous two employers, I now know what it is like to live in a Third-World corrupt country.
I used to not have very much patience for people who were not good at their jobs. I had anger towards people who were not good at their jobs if they caused me delays, frustration, or problems. Since moving to Dickinson, and seeing and experiencing such a wide range of problems in people such as lack of education, lack of intelligence, drug addiction, mental illness, attention deficit disorder, developmental disabilities, in-breeding, recent immigrant, being from Dickinson, and God knows what else, I have learned to take a breath, calm down, realize that this is not going to go well or go quickly, wait patiently or leave quietly. I have about a 75% success rate at being patient in the past 60 days.
Since moving to Dickinson, I now know what it is like to have your social security card, birth certificate, credit card information, tools, equipment, money, and vehicle stolen, and to now have to keep putting a bicycle lock through my steering wheel and seat frame.

Hidden In Plain Sight, Dickinson, North Dakota

October 18, 2017UncategorizedLiving in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

I have mentioned a few times in previous blog posts, that there are underground nuclear fall out shelters in downtown Dickinson, North Dakota. There are still metal signs on the building wall outside some of them. Off the top of my head, there is one under the old Dickinson Press building, the Rock Bar, Greene Drug, and the old Sax Motor Company building. I have been in the one under the old Dickinson Press building.

I believe that there was some government program or government incentive in North Dakota during the 1960s, for building owners to build to the standard that the government wanted and to include a fall out shelter below ground under their building. I am old enough, that I remember, the government wanted citizens to be prepared to take cover if there was a nuclear attack on the United States. These downtown fall out shelters would have helped shield people from a blast and radiation, better than being out on the street. I suppose that they gave some people reassurance.

Several years ago, I had to go to work at a building for two weeks, I can’t say where. When I got about two blocks away from the building and I could see it, I almost started giggling, I thought to myself, “Was the building owner expecting a 200 mph wind or something, this building is ridiculously over built.” I thought that the building owner must have been a strange person or eccentric.

Most of my initial observations about the building were correct, but some of my interpretations and understanding was incorrect. The building had a strange design, it appeared to be some person’s interpretation of 1960s minimalist modern. The exterior had too much “strength” though, some of the architectural features were almost like buttresses. (They were buttresses.)

The exterior walls were way too thick, they didn’t need to be that thick. There was too much wasted space inside. All of the office spaces were on the outer perimeter of the building, the inner core of the building was apparently for the two elevator shafts. Again, too much wasted space, the inner core of the building was big enough for four elevator shafts.

As I was working in the building, I began to catch on. I was always dressed very professionally for work in business casual attire, and I carried an attache case. The women that worked on the first floor were very pleasant and respectful to me, which is odd and unusual in North Dakota. The women on the other floors were polite, but very deliberate and observant. I mostly stayed on my floor.

I made some observations about the building to some people that I worked with on my floor, and they made no reply, because I was stating the obvious.

About one year later, when I was talking to a life-long North Dakota resident who was a co-worker of mine, we were discussing ICBM launch facilities in North Dakota, their locations and so forth. The subject of the building that I had worked at came up. My co-worker said, “Do you know how far that building goes underground? My God that building goes far underground. I watched them dig the foundation for that building when I was kid, they had to build a road down into the foundation for the dump trucks, the excavators had the biggest longest booms they could have, and you could not even see the top of the excavators.” I asked how deep are you talking about, and he said about sixty feet. The building goes further underground, than it does above ground.

When I was making the observation, “Was the building owner expecting a 200 mph wind or something?” The answer was yes, even more than a 200 mph wind. The exterior of the building could withstand beyond hurricane force winds, or probably even a close passage of a tornado. However, because all of the offices were on the outer perimeter of the building, what the exterior of the building was really doing, the office spaces included, was serving as a buffer to protect the inner core of the building that housed the elevator shafts.

The inner core of the building was much bigger than was needed to house just two elevator shafts, it was big enough for four elevator shafts. Once I happened to learn that the foundation for the building was dug sixty feet deep, I knew that there were below ground levels of this building. The two elevators that were accessible, did not go to below ground levels.

I looked this building up on the internet, and there is nothing very much written about this building. The people in North Dakota just pass by this building every day, and think nothing of it, except for possibly thinking that it is ugly because it was built in the 1960s with a strange design.

I Was Wrong About ICBMs And UFOs In North Dakota

October 18, 2017UncategorizedCaptain David Schindele, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, Paranormal in North Dakota, Radar Base Hill Dickinson North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, Steph Young, UFOs in Dickinson North Dakota, UFOs in New England North Dakota, UFOs in North Dakota, UFOs in South Dakotaname withheld

Several days ago, I wrote a blog post titled “Paranormal Oil Fields Article For Steph Young”. I was trying to provide some little-known information about paranormal phenomena in North Dakota, to discuss this phenomena, what it could be related to or linked with, and compare it to occurrences elsewhere.

Something that is not well known, not talked about, and almost completely forgotten, are the numerous close-encounter UFO sightings in New England, North Dakota in the 1970s. What is also not well known, is that 25 miles north of New England, in Dickinson, North Dakota, was a large Air Force station on top of a butte called Radar Base Hill, that served as an operations center for not only radar tracking, but for ICBMs.

The people in Dickinson were told that Radar Base Hill was a weather radar station. Not only was Radar Base Hill not a weather radar station, or just a radar tracking station as was later disclosed long after the station was de-commissioned, it was a regional operations center. The amount of facilities on top of Radar Base Hill, was much more than would be needed by a radar tracking station. There were barracks, shops, gymnasium, officers club, administrative buildings, and…facilities underground.

After Radar Base Hill was de-commissioned, the property and facilities, the entire site, were sold at public auction. The buyer was a local man named Gene Fisher, who owned quarries and heavy equipment, who I believe worked on the construction of many ICBM launch facilities and Radar Base Hill. One indication of this was, that once Gene Fisher bought Radar Base Hill at public auction, he then proceeded to remove incredibly large generators and other equipment from “deep underground”. He then sold this equipment, and just this equipment alone he sold for more than what he paid for the entire site at the public auction in the first place. Then, he sold the land and facilities for the same price as what he paid for the entire site at public auction. He more than doubled his money because he knew what was underground, because he installed it there.

In addition to it not being known that Radar Base Hill in Dickinson was a regional operations center for the ICBM launch facilities, it was not known that there were ICBMs in this area around Dickinson. I have met several local people that gave me a few of the locations of ICBM launch facilities in this area.

In the 1970s, not only were there numerous close-encounter sightings of UFOs in New England, North Dakota, the Air Force then came to New England and told all of the people to shut up about it, and set up a station in New England. I have talked to two local people who remember there being an Air Force Station in New England, but I have not been able to find any public record of this, which is strange.

I was speculating in my blog post “Paranormal Oil Fields Article For Steph Young”, that the UFO encounters in New England might have been due to the ICBM launch facilities and regional operations center in this area. It is almost common knowledge now, that in other countries and other states, UFOs have arrived at nuclear armed ICBM launch facilities, and caused launch sequences to initiate and operator control to be overridden. But this never happened in North Dakota….wrong!

I was wrong, this has happened in North Dakota, I read about this yesterday. From the Bismarck Tribune newspaper, there was an article written by Eloise Ogden published on June 17, 2017 titled “Former Minot crew commander tells of UFO cover-up in book”:

“Capt. David D. Schindele was a Minuteman I intercontinental ballistic missile launch crew commander in the Minot Air Force Base missile field when he experienced a situation in which a flying object took down all 10 of the nuclear-tipped missiles he was responsible for, causing them to be unlaunchable. That was 50 years ago.

Air Force officials instructed Schindele never to speak about the incident and as far as he was concerned, it never happened. Schindele was at a launch control facility near Mohall when the incident occurred.

On Dec. 6, 1966, the front-page headline of the Minot Daily News on Dec. 6, 1966, read: “Minot Launch Control Center ‘Saucer’ Cited As One Indication of Outer Space Visitors.” The story told about UFO incidents in the Minot area.

“It Never Happened, Volume 1,” is the title of Schindele’s new book about the Air Force’s cover-up of the UFO (unidentified flying objects).

Schindele was stationed at Minot AFB from July 1965 to May 1968.

“During that time in Minot, many of us experienced unworldly incidents at Minuteman facilities but we were all individually instructed to keep silent. We never realized at the time that others among us were also experiencing incidents, but now the truth is becoming known,” Schindele told the Minot Daily News.

Schindele said a number of years ago he learned about a similar incident experienced by another missileer and that led him to writing his book.

“About 35 years after my Minot incident and learning about an identical incident experienced by another missileer (Capt. Robert Salas) connected to Malmstrom AFB in Montana, which was during the same general timeframe as my incident, I then contemplated coming forth with the ‘truth,’ ” Schindele said.”

I kept trying to find any written accounts of the UFO sightings that occurred in New England, North Dakota in order to try to gather more evidence that this was related to the ICBM launch facilities and operations center in this area, but instead I found an old UFO sighting report from 1956 in Dickinson, North Dakota.

From “The Fifth Horseman Of The Apocalypse, UFOS: A History, 1956: November-December”, by Loren E. Gross:

“17 November. Dickinson, North Dakota. (2:30 a.m.)

Two members of the local police department of Dickinson Investigated a
red light near some railroad tracks. Lawmen Jack Messmer and his partner
spotted the light at 2:30 a.m. When the men approached, the light vaulted
skyward out of reach. For the next two hours the light remained in view
in the night sky and put on a show. The light bobbed up and down, as well
as back and forth, changing color as it did so. The colors shifted from
green, to white, to red, and back to green. At 4:30 a.m. the lawmen lost
sight of the phenomenon.”

I kept looking through this document “The Fifth Horseman Of The Apocalypse, UFOs: A History, 1956: November-December” by Loren E. Gross, which is now a 91 page PDF document that has been uploaded to the internet. Several UFO researchers from the 1950s gave Loren Gross their UFO research collections in order for him to compile the great deal of UFO sighting reports that occurred in 1956. Even the author himself comments on the frequent and numerous UFO sightings that occurred in North Dakota and South Dakota. Looking at the index at the end of the document, I saw that there was one report from New England, though due to a typographical error, the report was cut off:

“16 November. New England, North Dakota.

If the Lemmon (South Dakota) phenomenon was just ball lightning, a very rare natural manifestation, it seems strange so many UFO sightings were made during this period. From the town of New England came this account “William Hanson and his son, of Dovrc township, saw a brilliantly colored object with sparks trailing behind it at 6:00 p.m. Young Hanson, a former paratrooper, said he first mistook the UFO as a jet plane. They both described it as looking ‘something like a large chunk of
red and white hot iron.’ The thing disappeared In the south-west without falling, they said. The pair were certain the UFO was not a meteor, as it first went toward the earth, and then came up again.”

I encourage readers to go look up “The Fifth Horseman Of The Apocalypse, UFOs: A History, 1956: November-December” by Loren E. Gross, which is now a 91 page PDF document that has been uploaded to the internet, because the number of UFO sightings in North Dakota and South Dakota is astonishing.

Another Example Of “People You May Know” On My Facebook Account

October 17, 2017UncategorizedLiving in Dickinson, North Dakota, looking at Facebook in North Dakotaname withheld

This young lady, is someone I might know. Is this one of the waitresses from the King Buffet restaurant in Dickinson, North Dakota, down at the West River Community Center Pool? No, it isn’t.

This young lady lives in Can Tho, the biggest city of the Mekong Delta, in Vietnam with an estimated population of 1.5 million. She is very successful apparently, she has other pictures where she is sitting on the hood of a new Bentley automobile.

I have all kinds of women like this on my Facebook list of “People You May Know” now. These women are much different than the women in Dickinson. I wish that I could show all of you more photographs, but my blog website WordPress account only allows me to have one photograph per blog post.

Roers Road Failing In Dickinson, North Dakota

October 17, 2017UncategorizedLiving in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, what is Dickinson North Dakota Like, would you move to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

I have written several blog posts where I stated that one of the reasons why I wanted to remain in Dickinson, is to see everybody get what is coming to them. Local people took advantage of the out-of-state workers tremendously, gouging them on housing and quadrupling the rent in Dickinson. Now that the oil boom is over, I wanted to see everybody who tried to get rich by taking advantage of other people, get what is coming to them.

In my mind, the epitome of the property owners and property developers who were trying to get rich by taking advantage of the out-of-state workers, was the Roers family. In 2013, I remember a friend of mine, an electrician named Dwayne, telling me that he had worked on the construction of the Roers West Ridge Apartments. He said that the rent for these apartments was $2,000 to $3,000 per month. My friend Dwayne, he was sleeping in his Jeep Liberty at the Tiger Truck stop and at vacant lots around Dickinson for about six months, he didn’t make enough money to afford what they were charging for rent in Dickinson.

Back in 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and 2013 uninformed people, ill-intentioned people, and liars, used to like to repeat the phrase, “Everybody is making $100,000 per year in the oil field.” This was far from being true. This false statement, was used as justification to take advantage of the people who came from out-of-state to work in Dickinson, and as justification to quadruple the rent.

The people who did make over $50,000 per year in Dickinson, about 95% of them did so by working 30 to 40 overtime hours per week, week after week. I don’t know how many of you readers have done this, working 30 to 40 hours of overtime per week, for many weeks in a row, it is a big personal sacrifice and hardship. You barely have time to eat before you have to go to sleep, but you still have to do grocery shopping, wash dishes, wash clothes, and pay bills. Everything in your own personal life gets neglected.

I hate it, and I am angry about it, that property owners and property developers felt entitled and justified in trying to fleece working people who were trying to get ahead financially by making the personal sacrifice of working 30 to 40 hours of overtime every week.

To me, the following story from the Dickinson Press Newspaper, is like the hand of God coming down and shoving the Roers family faces in shit:

Dickinson works on fixing problems with West Ridge Drive, by Grady McGregor, October 4, 2017

“The nearly mile-long road on Dickinson’s northwest side connects 30th Avenue West with about a dozen businesses including Menards, Wells Fargo and Buffalo Wild Wings. The road was completed in 2013 as part of Roers Development’s West Ridge Development, but city officials have noticed problems with the road that may call for costly repairs, if not complete reconstruction, of the concrete road.

City Engineer Craig Kubas said the city was first made aware of problems with the road almost immediately after it was constructed when they noticed water valves along the road were settling deeper into the ground than initially expected.

City residents complained in 2015 that manhole covers were rising out of the road, which could be potentially hazardous to users and present problems to snowplows in the winter….

One option is to rebuild the entire road at a cost of over $4 million. Another option is to hire a company to inject foam into voids beneath the road to stabilize them, Kubas said. The third option is to do nothing and patch problem areas as they pop up, but this option would be inefficient and could cause problems in winter months, Kubas said.”

If you do not believe me that the $2,000 to $3,000 per month rent for the West Ridge Apartments was gouging back in 2013, why are these rents $800 per month now?