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Attention Women In Dickinson, This Is How You Do It

The above video shows Elena Lev, the Russian gymnast who performed in Alegria Cirque du Soleil from 1994 to 2000.  This is how you correctly begin with hula hoops.

Now, in addition to this, you will need to diet, stretch, and exercise as shown in the Elena Lev video below, taken from her Facebook page, “Elena Lev Fitness and Food”.  There are many more exercise videos where this one came from:

Finally, after all of your dieting, stretching, exercising, training, and practice, you’ll be ready for this:

Open Window Disaster In Dickinson, North Dakota

Earlier this week, I woke up to the sound of drilling and sawing in a neighboring apartment.  I looked out my window, and I saw two commercial vacuum vans that respond to emergency flooding.  I thought, “Oh no, a pipe has burst somewhere in the building, and flooded someone’s apartment.”

Later that morning, I spoke to a workman who was removing drywall and carpet from a ground floor apartment, and I asked him what had happened.  He answered, “Last night, when the temperature was -17 degrees Fahrenheit, a resident on the second floor left a window open in a spare bedroom.  It got cold enough in that bedroom last night, for a water pipe to burst.  The water leak went all night, and the water flooded into this ground floor apartment.”

By the end of the day, I had seen that the apartment on the second floor where the water pipe had burst, had the commercial vacuum workers in and out throughout the day, but most of the damage and most of the work seemed to be taking place in the ground floor apartment.  The ground floor apartment appeared to have had carpet cut out and thrown in the dumpster, drywall cut out and thrown in the dumpster, and vacuuming done all day long.

Here are some things to consider:

  1. Who do you think will have to pay, for all of the building damage to the walls, ceilings, and flooring, the work that was performed during cleanup, and the work that will be performed to replace the walls, ceilings, and flooring?  How much do you think that this will cost, $2,000-$5,000?
  2. The resident of the ground floor apartment was away at work when all of this happened.  How would you like for 4 to 5 workmen strangers to enter your apartment while you are gone, to have to move your belongings and valuables around in order to vacuum up the water, cut out the carpet, cut out the drywall in the ceiling and walls?
  3. In the ground floor apartment, was there a television, stereo, computer, furniture, paintings, photographs, documents, that got soaked with water?  Who, if anyone, will pay for the destruction of this property?

On the one hand, if you are a person who has any chance to get ahead financially, with some savings, assets, and a good paying job, consider the consequences of being found negligent and liable in causing thousands of dollars in damage to a rental property and other residents’ property, through water damage, fire damage, or smoke damage.  This could be caused by leaving with a faucet running, leaving with a window open, leaving with the stove turned on, candles, or ashes dumped in a garbage can.

Or, if you are just beginning to accumulate personal property or have a substantial amount of personal property, how would you feel about coming home to find all of your personal property soaked with water or burned up by a fire, caused by one of your neighbors?

A Few Comments About Black Workers In Dickinson, North Dakota

I am seeing more and more Black workers in Dickinson, North Dakota.  Some of these Black workers are from other areas in the United States, and some of them are from foreign countries.

What I, and other people have noticed, is that these Black workers appear to do pretty well working at WalMart, CashWise, and the fast food restaurants in Dickinson.  I am not saying that is all they can do, or that is all they are good at, I am saying that they appear to be doing well at their jobs.

It appears that they are showing up on time, doing their job, not making mistakes, trying to do a good job, maintaining a good attitude, appreciating their job, and allowing the businesses that they work for to operate.

I admire how most of these Black workers are doing in Dickinson.  They take a job, try to make the best of it, do their work, appreciate their job, take their pay, and make a life for themselves and their families in Dickinson.

Now that I think about this, whether these Black workers are from someplace else in the United States, or a foreign country, they act like first generation immigrants, that are appreciative for the new and better opportunity that they have, and they try to make the best of this opportunity.

What I hope doesn’t happen, is that the 2nd generation of these Black families that have moved to Dickinson, the children that are raised here and go to school here, don’t act like many of the people that we have in the United States.

I was going to write that many of the local people in Dickinson would refuse to work at WalMart, CashWise, or fast food restaurants, because they feel that it is beneath them, or that this work is undesirable.  However, many people in the United States feel this way.

Here is what I have seen with many workers in the United States.  They don’t want to show up to work on time, or they do not want to show up to work at all.  You can give them clear, detailed instructions, and they will still fail to accomplish simple tasks.  Left on their own, there is no telling what some people will decide to do or figure to do on their own.

For instance, I worked at ship yard.  There was a fuel tanker ship that was docked, with some of its cargo tanks open, and being drained of fuel.  Even when the tanks were drained and cleaned, there was still a constant tremendous amount of ignitable fuel vapor.  On the warf, before the gang plank to the ship, “No Smoking, No Open Flame” signs were posted.  The crew foremen would go over with all of his workers, no lighters, no cell phones, no cameras, no battery operated anything, on this fuel tanker ship that was being worked on.

Sure enough, about two or three times a year, there would be a Great American, standing there on the deck of a fuel tanker lighting up a cigarette, not understanding that he was about to ignite the entire ship and the hundreds of people working on it.

In my lifetime of work, I have seen workers that are so stupid, there is almost no way to foresee what they will do, so it is better to not even have them if you can’t watch them the entire time.

I have seen workers that will mess up any assignment that you give them, both intentionally and unintentionally.  I have read military training manuals, that have names for all of the different ways that workers have for intentionally and unintentionally failing at work.  Some of these are, malingering, loitering, pilfering, spoiling the work, spoiling the material, destroying the work, and malicious compliance.

When I have seen the Black workers in Dickinson at WalMart, CashWise, and the fast food restaurants, I do not see them intentionally or unintentionally hindering, delaying, impeding, or destroying the work, like I often see other workers do.

Nightmares And Strange Dreams From Zyrtec AKA Cetirizine

I never had allergies before in my life, until 2014 when I was living in Dickinson, North Dakota.  I have explained in several previous blog posts that my biggest problem when I have an allergy attack, is that my eyes swell shut to where I can not see.

After I tried most of the non-prescription allergy medications and they did not work, I went to Sanford Health and got two prescription medications, and they did not help either.

Two months ago, I discovered that if I take 50 mg of the non-prescription medication Zyrtec, all of my allergy symptoms cease.  The dosage of Zyrtec is supposed to be 10 mg for an adult, in a 24 hour period.

I have spent more than four hours reading about Zyrtec a.k.a. Cetirizine to find out what the consequences would be from taking 50 mg of Zyrtec.  I saw that other people are in the same situation as me, and they are also having to take more than 10 mg of Zyrtec.  I read about one other man who is the same age as me, who takes 50 mg per day.  Supposedly, there have been no clinical studies for using higher doses of Zyrtec, and there are no warnings of liver, kidney, heart, brain damage, etc.

One of the possible side effects of taking Zyrtec, is nightmares.  Yes, I do have very strange dreams when I take Zyrtec, which I kind of enjoyed and looked forward to, because it is so boring in Dickinson.  Out of the ordinary and unusual dreams.

Last night, I decided to take 30 mg of generic Zyrtec, Cetirizine, before I went to bed at midnight, so that I would not have allergy symptoms when I woke up in the morning.

For my first dream, I had to go out of town for a business conference, and stay at a hotel.  Like a movie, I was going through all of the steps, routine, and activities that would happen on this kind of a trip.  Later in the first day, I made an inappropriate physical contact with an attractive female co-worker, which she did not object to.

Later that night, I unpacked two pairs of new pants that still had the store tags on them.  I was going to wash them under the faucet in the bathtub of my hotel room, ring them out, and take them to the dryer later, after I took a shower.

I went to the door of the hotel room to put the safety chain or safety bar on the door, so that no one could come in my room while I was in the shower, and an unseen entity grabbed hold of me and pinned me to the wall very forcefully.

Just as in my dream, laying in my bed, I could not move, I was pinned.  This was unnerving and frightening.  I struggled to get free from this being, and managed to get the hotel room door open, though I could feel a hand strongly gripping my left forearm.

Though the entity did not let go, I pulled and pulled to get out onto the sidewalk, and then out onto the lawn, pulling its arm with me.  The entity’s arm had plasticity and elasticity to it, it stretched, and I pulled its arm away from it.

I had some satisfaction that I “fucked this entity up by taking its arm”, which I took with me to the hotel office to complain.  The hotel owners were an Indian couple from India, and I don’t know how this was resolved because I woke up.

I thought, “Man, I am glad that I only took three Zytrec.”  I was thinking that maybe I should not go back to sleep, I was feeling disoriented, and not right.

I fell back asleep, and within an hour, I was married to Codi Miller.  For those of you who do not know, Codi Miller was Miss North Dakota Teen in 2007, Miss Rodeo North Dakota in 2014, and a finalist several times in the Miss North Dakota USA pageant.

In my dream, I met Codi, and I suggested to her casually that perhaps we should get married.  To my surprise, she agreed, and for some reason, her parents and her sister were close by, and they did not object either, and within less than an hour, we were married.  It was troubling to me, that this all happened so quickly.

All of this happened very quickly, in a very matter of fact way, no nonsense way, as if it were no big deal.  I had quite a bit of anxiety and apprehension as I was laying there in bed, I was going along unmarried, and now all of a sudden, I am married.

I was trying to make sense of this.  I felt bad for Codi, because I had not given her an engagement ring or a wedding ring.  Come to think of it, I don’t know who married us, who performed the service, or where, it had all happened so quickly.

Then I thought, “This is our honeymoon day, I am supposed to have sex with her, I hadn’t even thought about this.”  I was not really in the mood at the moment, because I hadn’t known that I was going to get married.  I thought, “Well, I had better get in the mood.”

Then Codi said, “Do you want to go back to where you live, and get your things, and then come back?”  And I said, “No.”

We were at a shopping mall, and somehow Codi had fallen into the hands of a male acquaintance that she had known, who was handsome and her own age.  Though she was verbally saying that she did not want to be with him, she didn’t appear to have made much of an effort to get away from him, and I had to snatch her away from him, and inform him that we had just been married.

It troubled me further that Codi did not have an engagement ring, nor a wedding ring, and that I could not remember who married us, where we were married, or very much about the ceremony.  I woke up believing that Codi was going to seek an annulment to our marriage.

I was not in a good mood when I woke up this morning, because I was mad that Codi was going to seek an annulment to our marriage.

Hope That The New Life Pentecostal Church Will Have A Buffet

Now that the New Life Pentecostal Church in Dickinson, North Dakota has taken over the upstairs of the Elks Lodge building, I hope that they will have a buffet style restaurant.

I don’t see having a sit down restaurant with a menu and waitresses being very efficient or practical, especially because the Elks Lodge restaurant just went through a period of not making money.  However, I do believe that the Pentecostal women are good cooks, and that they would very much get into the spirit of things, with having a buffet.

I miss the Bonanza restaurant buffet in Dickinson very much after it closed in approximately 2014.  I hope that the New Life Pentecostal Church buffet would be very similar to the Bonanza buffet.

There are three main elements of the buffet, that I would like to have:  Salad Bar, Side Dishes, and Meat Dishes:

Salad Bar:  The salad bar should have lettuce, spinach leaves, hard boiled eggs, tomatoes, cucumbers, pickles, olives, celery, onions, mushrooms, grated cheese, cottage cheese, potato salad, cold pasta, croutons, and several different salad dressings.

Side Dishes:  The side dishes should be mashed potatoes, steak fries, tater tots, macaroni & cheese, white rice, fried rice, pasta noodles, casseroles, baked beans, Lima beans, butter beans, grits, egg rolls, garlic toast, and bread rolls.

Meat Dishes:  The meat dishes should include Salisbury steak, chicken fried steak, meat balls, meat loaf, roast beef, beef with Chinese vegetables, beefaroni, lasagna, fried chicken, chicken & rice, sweat & sour chicken, chicken l’orange, chicken nuggets, ham, pork chops, and roast pork.

The women would run the kitchen and the buffet, the men would have to stay out of the kitchen and be greeters, hosts, cashiers, and clear off the tables.

I could see Pastor Simons greeting the customers, and going from table to table to chat with the customers as they were dining.

Every half hour, it would be time for Pastor Simons to take the stage, and perform one song.  Pastor Simons could give a brief introduction to the song, which would give him the chance to impart some message.  It might go something like this:

Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for dining with us here tonight.  Though you could have eaten at the King Buffet, we like to think of our place here, as the “King of kings buffet”.

In this song, that I am about to sing to you, feel free to join in with me and our musicians on stage.

One man come in the name of love
One man come and go
One man come he to justify
One man to overthrow.
In the name of love
What more in the name of love?
In the name of love
What more in the name of love?
One man caught on a barbed wire fence
One man he resist
One man washed up on an empty beach
One man betrayed with a kiss.
In the name of love
What more in the name of love?
In the name of love
What more in the name of love?
Here is what this might look like:

Ed’s Honey Company In Dickinson, North Dakota

In Dickinson, North Dakota, there is a local producer of honey, Ed’s Honey Company, that has been in business for more than fifty years.  The easiest way to find and buy Ed’s Honey in Dickinson, is to go to one of the Family Fare grocery stores, and this local honey is there on the shelf with the other brands of non-local honey.

I am not interested in honey at all, I don’t care about honey, I only went looking for locally produced honey because it is supposed to contain small amounts of pollen from every plant growing in this area.  Hence, taking a spoon full of locally produced honey every day, was supposed to be the same as taking allergy shots.

When I was in the Family Fare grocery store about one month ago, there was only one 5 lb jug of Ed’s Honey left.  This was a lot of honey, but I didn’t care, I was glad to be able to find any at all.  This honey was darker in color than what most people are probably used to seeing, it is more towards brown, and not golden or light in color.

I was only supposed to take one teaspoon full of it for my allergies, but I ate about one cup of it on the first day.  This honey is very interesting and unique, to look at, pour, smell, and taste.  It is the best honey that I have ever tasted.  It is the most distinct, peculiar, unusual, and interesting thing that I have ever tasted.  It is very, very strong, and potent, but not in an unpleasant way.

One of the reasons why this honey tastes different, is because it is made from the nectar of every flower growing in western North Dakota.  These plants in western North Dakota, are probably different from the plants that grow in any other part of the world.

This honey probably tastes so strong, because it is 100% pure honey.  I don’t know if this is “raw” honey or not.  I don’t think that there is any processing done to it at all.

I would recommend to everyone living in western North Dakota, or passing through western North Dakota, to buy and try Ed’s Honey at least once.  This honey is different than anything that you have tasted before.

Liking And Hating The Police In Dickinson, North Dakota

Sometimes I like, and sometimes I hate, the Police in Dickinson, North Dakota.  I don’t want to be completely ungrateful, sometimes the Police in Dickinson are decent and helpful.

On average, I have some type of interaction with the Police in Dickinson, about once per month.  In the five years that I have lived in Dickinson, I have never once had any trouble whatsoever or negative interaction with the Stark County Sheriff Deputies.

The only times that I have had to deal with the Stark County Sheriff Deputies, is when I have intentionally contacted them.  In these instances, the Sheriff Deputies have been very helpful and cooperative.  All the other times that I have been driving, working, and living in Dickinson, the Stark County Sheriff Deputies have seemed to completely ignore me, and leave me alone.

The complete opposite happens with the City of Dickinson Police.  For the five years that I have lived in Dickinson, whenever I go anywhere, the Police watch me and follow me like I am a criminal involved in illegal activity.  I have been sick and tired of this for the past four years.

There is very little to do in Dickinson, and very few place to go.  One of the few things that you could do, would be to go out in the evening after work and have drinks with dinner at a restaurant or sports bar, but you can’t even do that because the Police in Dickinson are so eager and aggressive in stopping people for DUI.

I have totally given up on going to any bar in Dickinson, or any restaurant and having an alcohol drink, because the Police are determined that you are going to get a DUI.  I feel like I can’t even drive anywhere in Dickinson without the Police wanting to follow me, stop me, and try to arrest me for something.

For instance, about six months ago I was sitting in a restaurant on Villard Street in Dickinson, and my neighbor who is in his 40s, was sitting with his wife and another couple at the table across from me.  These two couples do not drink alcohol, use drugs, or act wild, they go to Church a couple of times each week, and they perform Church charity and volunteer work, which takes up much of their free time.  They are always very sober people, I see them and I talk to them every other day.

My neighbor and his wife exited the restaurant parking lot onto Villard Street in their fairly nice truck, about two minutes before I did.  When I pulled out onto Villard, I saw that my neighbor and his wife had been stopped by the Dickinson Police about four blocks away.

I stopped and asked my neighbor what was going on, and he said, “I have a headlight out on my truck, and the Police pulled me over for that, but they want to go through the whole have you been drinking routine, and run my driver’s license, check my insurance and registration,  I’ll be O.K.”

I hate driving anywhere in Dickinson, because it is so predictable, that the Police are going to be right on you, follow you, and try to stop you for something, to try to get you for a DUI, or some other criminal charge.  I got stopped by the Police in Dickinson on Villard Street last night, because I had a headlight out on my truck.  This was just a reason to pull me over, to try to discover something else to charge me with.

I have thought about this, and I began to believe that each of the Dickinson Police officers want to make an arrest so bad, in order to keep their job, advance in their job, or be able to transfer to a different police department elsewhere.  Unlike the Stark County Sheriff Deputies, who respond to calls or crimes that they witness, but otherwise leave people alone, the Dickinson Police are almost like they are stalking or hunting people just hoping to get them for something.

I am not going to re-write and re-tell the story from one of my previous blog posts, where the Drug Task Force in Dickinson had some undercover Police officers approach me in a bar and ask me again and again where they could buy drugs, so that they could arrest me for being a drug dealer.

Now having explained that I am tired of the Dickinson Police always acting like they want to get me for something when I am driving anywhere in Dickinson, I should probably also explain that I rely on and count on the Dickinson Police to show up when I call them.

Just off the top of my head, I can recall three different instances where a mentally disturbed criminal person went bezerk downtown in Dickinson and began attacking people, and I had to call 911.  As an aside, these three people weren’t from Dickinson, they were recently arrived people, who immediately got into trouble repeatedly, and eventually had to either leave town or stay in jail.

One time I witnessed someone committing a certain type of theft in Dickinson, not petty theft, I called 911, described the situation, got in my vehicle, followed the person until the Dickinson Police could catch up, and they caught the person with the stolen property in his vehicle, and he confessed to stealing it.

I have had to call the Police about three or four times to where I live in Dickinson, most recently last week.  A person that I did not recognize as a resident of my building, was passed out on the stairs at 3:00 a.m., not in a peaceful slumber, but as if he was too drugged or intoxicated to be able to get up or move.

When I have telephoned the Police in Dickinson, they usually arrive fairly quickly and handle the situation adequately, so I need to give the Police in Dickinson credit and show some appreciation.

I am facing a dilemma now, I have counted on the Dickinson Police to show up when I telephone them after witnessing a crime that has been committed or a crime that is still in progress, however I am sick of the Dickinson Police following me so that they can pull me over and try to arrest me for something.

I am starting to feel like Black people who live in inner cities, don’t trust the Police, don’t talk to the Police, don’t have anything to do with the Police, even if you see a crime being committed.

Dickinson North Dakota Is In A Transition Period

It may be obvious to most of the people who are living here, that Dickinson, North Dakota is going through a transition period.  However, people who live elsewhere in the United States have no way of knowing what is happening in Dickinson right now.

Dickinson, North Dakota experienced an Oil Boom that occurred from 2007 through 2014.  This was Dickinson’s third Oil Boom.  The first Oil Boom took place in the 1950s, and it was due to the discovery of oil in North Dakota.  The second Oil Boom occurred from approximately 1978 through 1983.  This third Oil Boom was due to advances in hydraulic fracturing and directional drilling technologies that allowed more profitable oil extraction in North Dakota.

What killed this third Oil Boom in North Dakota, was the price of oil dropping from over $100 per barrel down to $40 per barrel.  When the price of oil was over $80 per barrel, it was profitable for oil companies to perform exploration, lease oil well sites, drill, and produce oil.  When the price of oil was down around $40 per barrel, oil companies didn’t even want to pump very much of this oil out of the ground because they wouldn’t be making any profit from it.

Supposed reasons for the price of oil going from over $100 per barrel down to $40 per barrel, were over-production and over-supply in the U.S.  It is more likely that the over-supply of oil and the price drop was due to intentional flooding of the oil market by OPEC producers in the Middle East.

The number of operating drill rigs in North Dakota went from over 200 during the Oil Boom, to less than 50 currently.  Many oil field jobs went away.  Less surveying, less road work, less site work, fencing, cattle guards, containment barriers, tank batteries, water hauling, sand hauling, drilling, directional drilling, fracturing, casing, wireline, work over, pump jacks, automation, controls, tanks, pipelines, welding, mechanics, electricians, roustabouts, truck drivers, less everything.

By the end of 2016, I would say that 60% to 80% of the oil field jobs had gone away.  Most of the out-of-state workers returned to the states where they came from.  It was not just that most of the oil field workers lost their jobs, could not get a replacement job, or could not get a job with overtime hours like they used to have, it was that all of the oil field workers knew that they could not afford the cost housing in North Dakota, and it was not very pleasant living in North Dakota because it was cold, there was no where to go, nothing to do, and there was a shortage of women.

Even by the end of 2014, after many new large apartment complexes and new hotels had been constructed in Western North Dakota, the cost of housing was still very high.  In Dickinson, even up until the end of 2015, there was a large extended stay hotel on I-94 that had a banner advertisement on their building for rooms starting at $700 per week.

There was a lie going around the United States that everyone working in the oil field was making over $100,000 per year.  This was far from being true.  In the more than five years that I have lived here, I have only met three people who made more than $100,000 per year working in the oil field.

The $700 per week for the extended stay hotel room, most workers in Dickinson, who worked in retail, fast food, restaurants, or service industry, did not have a take home pay of $700 per week.  The semi-skilled workers, construction workers, laborers, and roustabouts, had a take home pay of about $700 per week after taxes.  This led to people sleeping in their cars at WalMart, sleeping in a tent in people’s backyards, and sleeping in the bushes where they could.  This is not an exaggeration, I know all about this, myself and my friends lived like this.

Some of the cheapest old one-bedroom apartments, if you could even find one, rented for $1,500 per month, with one month’s rent security deposit, first month’s rent, and last month’s rent due at lease signing, that’s $4,500 due up front.  Most of the workers who came to North Dakota did so out of economic desperation, and they didn’t have $4,500, which led to them sleeping in their cars at WalMart, the truck stop, etcetera.

I am re-telling all of this now, to paint the picture of why everyone who came to work in Western North Dakota during the Oil Boom, was so ready to leave when the Oil Boom was over.  It was not just about jobs going away, it was about how unpleasant and difficult it had been living in North Dakota.

The lie had been told that everyone working in the oil field was making over $100,000 per year, in order to lure an abundance of workers to Western North Dakota, most of whom would be paid less than $16 per hour.  These workers would fill the retail, fast food, restaurant, hospitality, and service worker jobs, but they would also fill every house, apartment, basement, cabin, trailer, hotel, and motel.

When the Oil Boom was over, all of the local people, the business owners and the property owners said, “Oh, it’s coming back.  Hold on now, it’s coming back.”  The kind of lying that got people from all over the U.S. to come to North Dakota looking for work, was now being done to try to keep everyone from leaving.  But the Oil Boom didn’t come back, it was over.

By 2017, the occupancy rates at the newly completed large apartment complexes and the old apartment buildings, was approximately 50% or less.  The occupancy rates at the RV parks, hotels, and motels, was approximately 20% or less.  Rents began to decrease quite a bit, as there became competition amongst property owners and property managers to get tenants into their buildings.  Home prices decreased also.

By 2016, some of the non-oil field businesses in Dickinson that I recall closing were, Wild Cat Pizza, Hobby Artz, Superior Laundry, The Pita Pit, and Evolution Fitness.  By the end of 2017, some additional businesses that closed were Sears, JC Penny, one Family Fare grocery store location, Total Workforce Solutions, and the Elks Lodge vacated the upstairs of their own building to move into their basement.

By 2016, some of the few restaurants in Dickinson that had previously been open 24 hours, ceased staying open past midnight.  For a time in 2016, all of the grocery stores and WalMart in Dickinson no longer stayed open 24 hours.  Now WalMart does stay open 24 hours most of the time.

In 2016, many local young people who had graduated from high school in Dickinson or Dickinson State University during the Oil Boom and found employment right away, now had to move out of state to find employment in Montanna, South Dakota, Colorado, and Arizona.

By 2016, many entrepreneurs who had moved to Dickinson to start a business or a service during the Oil Boom, began closing down in order to move away and start over again in another state.  By the end of 2017, there appeared to me to be another wave of entrepreneurs shutting down in Dickinson, to move away and start over elsewhere.

What inspired me to write this particular blog post about Dickinson going through a “Transition Period” right now, are two things.  Three of the most visible and active members of the Dickinson community, three entrepreneurs, have recently announced on Facebook that they are moving away.

For these three people, I thought that Dickinson was their life-long home, they were so entrenched in everything, and so active in everything.  It wasn’t until I read that they were leaving, and I then looked into everything that they were doing recently, that I realized that they had been trying to earn money doing several different jobs outside of what they normally do, in order to make money.  I didn’t know that they were struggling, because I wasn’t paying attention.

In 2016 and 2017, I had to work at several different jobs outside of my normal job, in order to make enough money.  Some of these jobs were physical labor jobs 12 hours per day, every day, for weeks.  Some of these jobs were physical labor jobs for 15 hours per day, with an additional 2 hours of drive time each day.  So I can understand that these three entrepreneurs were having a shortfall of money in Dickinson, because I have too, but I didn’t know that it had come to the point that they have to move away.

The second thing that inspired me to write this blog post about this “Transition Period” in Dickinson right now, is the theft and crime.  In 2017, in Dickinson, there has been so much theft, crime, and drug overdoses.

In Dickinson this past year, there has been a great deal of vehicle, trailer, equipment, and tool thefts, again, and again.  Thefts from businesses, homes, job sites, garages, and parked vehicles.  Dickinson had very little theft prior to the Oil Boom, and even during the Oil Boom up until 2016.  The theft in Dickinson now, is comparable to what goes on in a very bad neighborhood in Phoenix, Tampa, or Dallas.

There have been many drug overdoses in Dickinson this past year, with several fatalities.  I can’t remember hearing about this amount of drug overdoses and fatalities during the Oil Boom, or anywhere else that I have ever lived.

What I think that the correlation is, between everything that I have described in this blog post, is that so many jobs have gone away in Dickinson, that people have coped by moving away immediately, moving away after trying to wait, moving away after trying to work additional jobs, staying and continuing to work multiple jobs, and other people cope by stealing and using illegal drugs.

Comments Today From A Local Reader In Dickinson, North Dakota

Below I have copied the comments that I received today from a local reader in Dickinson, North Dakota.  I am cautioning you now, that these comments will probably be offensive and upsetting to most people.

The purpose for me copying these comments and showing them, is so that everyone can see the hostility, hatred, anger, resentment, and unfriendliness that there is in Dickinson towards people from out of state.

All the members of the Chamber of Commerce can smile for the camera, all the real estate agents shown in the property listing guides can smile for the camera, and the Catholic Priests can smile in thier photographs, but Dickinson, North Dakota is full of hatred.

Here are the comments, just from today:

  • We wonder why there is so much unrest in this country. It’s because of niggers like you.
  • Please leave.  Obviously a retard that can’t hold a job and has nothing better to do with his time.
  • This idiot writes nothing but dog shit.  Don’t like it here? LEAVE!! We don’t want your kind here anyway!!!!
  • Fuck u nig.  Out of state people should go back where they came from LEAVE AND DO US ALL A FAVOR!!
  • Fuck u nig.  Fuck all niggers in the ass dry.
  • Fuck u nig.  Coons and spooks ruin the world.
  • Porch monkey.  Just another dipshit black saying woe is me.  Go back to where you came from.
  • U have no comments here other than your a dumb nigger.
  • I heard niggers fuck goats.
  • KKK.  Just another dumb nigger lookin for a hand out get a real job.
  • KKK.  Dumb nigger.
  • KKK.  Dumb fuckin niggers take your porch monkey ass back to Africa before you run into one of us.
  • Just another nigger lookin to hang from a tree.

Even though you might think that this is despicable, the local person who wrote these comments actually did something that was helpful.  If you asked and asked the local people in Dickinson, what they felt, and what they believed, they wouldn’t tell you.  Because this commentor was confident about their anonymity, they went ahead and said what they thought.

I have been writing for several years that the local people in Dickinson are hateful, hostile, uncooperative, mean, not helpful, and undermining at work, especially to out of state workers.  Now that you can see that this is true, please consider this when evaluating whether you want to live and work in Dickinson, North Dakota.

I Don’t Want The Women On My List Of Attractive Women In Dickinson To Compromise

Today, I was considering that I have two new women to add to my website list, “List Of Attractive Women In Dickinson, North Dakota”.  I am hesitating to add them to this list, for several different reasons.

Both of these women are not married, one of them is about 21 years old, and the other one is 28 years old.  The 21 year old is not off to a bad start, she is still finding herself.  The 28 year old is just beginning to become professionally successful.  For the 28 year old, I have tried several times to think of who she might date in Dickinson, and I can’t think of anyone.

To be honest, this upsetting problem has been weighing on my mind for a couple of years now.  Though there is a shortage of women in Dickinson, and a scarcity of attractive women in Dickinson, for the few good, decent, intelligent, well mannered, well behaved attractive women in Dickinson, there isn’t anyone suitable for them to date.

If you go and look at my website list “List Of Attractive Women In Dickinson, North Dakota”, I am scared for all of the young unmarried women on this list, because I don’t know what they are going to do.  Unless they get out of this area, or a miracle happens, I don’t see them finding a good enough husband in this area.

What I would like for the unmarried attractive women to find, is someone who is handsome, intelligent, well-educated, confident, well-mannered, thoughtful, and considerate.  With these qualities, the wives will at least always have something.  If he is not financially successful, at least they will have all the rest of his good qualities.  If he loses his looks, at least they will have all the rest of his good qualities.

The easiest way for young women to find a husband like this, is to find a stand-out at a good College or University.  I must emphasize the importance of it being a “good” College or University, not a college where people who graduate can not spell, use correct grammar, write, read with comprehension, know history, or much of anything.

The only other way that I know of for women to find a good husband, is to move to a metropolitan area, and socialize with as many professionally successful people as possible, and make a good impression.  It does no good to socialize with professionally successful people, if you alienate them by acting foolish, unreliable, trashy, low class, or out-of-control when drinking.

Older professionally successful people, may be the best source of obtaining help or assistance in finding and identifying good quality unmarried males, but they won’t help young women who they don’t like.

I would like for the unmarried attractive women to find a husband like I am describing, so that they will have a husband who can be successful anywhere.  Successful in a big city, in a large town, or in a small town, by virtue of his appearance, intelligence, education, confidence, and personality.

What I don’t want, is for the unmarried attractive women to marry a husband who is only able to be successful during an oil boom, or only be successful due to his family’s current local influence.  These two factors, are actually an impediment to men being able to be successful elsewhere.

In writing this blog post, I realized that the miracle that these unmarried attractive women may need, is friends, family members, relatives, business contacts, social contacts, busy-body old women, and scheming old men, to assist in bringing together two people who would otherwise not have met.

These Protests And Lawsuits Are Good For Dickinson, North Dakota

I am becoming more and more encouraged when I read the Dickinson Press newspaper or Google Local News, and I learn about more protests and lawsuits in Dickinson, North Dakota.  I am glad that all different kinds of people in Dickinson are protesting, fighting, and bringing their mistreatment and grievances to light, where it becomes known, for everyone to see.

There is a well known quote by Edmund Burke, “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.”

  • I am glad that the former City of Dickinson Streets Maintenance manager David Armendariz protested his dismissal.  At the Civil Service Commission hearing, many facts came out, such as the City of Dickinson using recycled concrete for road base where Class V material was specified, 4 out of 5 of the past Civil Service Commission hearings arising from the Public Works Department, and who the Civil Service Commission were.  This led me and probably other readers to more discoveries about the Civil Service Commission, former City Attorney Goos’ dismissal, and the Strom Center at Dickinson State University.
  • I am glad that Dickinson property owner Carlos Royal has created a GoFundMe page to raise funds to begin a class action lawsuit against the City of Dickinson.

    Carlos Royal is attempting to raise $50,000 to challenge the city’s tax assessment process on behalf of “all the property owners in Dickinson who have over-assessed properties.”  This led me and probably other readers to try to find out more about the City of Dickinson’s Tax Abatement Hearings.

  • It was a huge surprise and shock that Dickinson Public Schools Superintendent

    Doug Sullivan presented a letter of resignation on Monday, January 8 to the School Board at the end of a regularly scheduled meeting.  Doug Sullivan’s resignation came after the School Board approved a long list other resignations from longtime Dickinson Public Schools teachers and administrators.  It appears to me that all of these teachers’ resignations coming at the same time is a protest response to something, that people in Dickinson should try to find out about.

    Fortunately for the City of Dickinson, they just recently switched from having the City represented by an attorney from the Mackoff Kellogg law firm, to hiring a full-time City employee City Attorney Jan Murtha, who is probably on a fixed salary, so they won’t have to pay for hourly billing from a law firm.

    Dickinson Public Schools Superintendent Doug Sullivan’s resignation seemed to me, to be like the song written by David Allen Coe, “Take this job and shove it!, I ain’t working here no more…”

    But to me, who didn’t know what it was like to be treated like a Black person, until I came to work in Dickinson, here is what I think about protesting in Dickinson:

 

Treating Severe Allergies In Western North Dakota

I never had allergies in my life, until these past three years in western North Dakota.  I would not care so much about having a runny nose or watery eyes, if it weren’t for my eyes swelling shut and becoming extremely sensitive to light.

I have tried just about every over-the-counter non-prescription medication.  I went to Sanford Health and got a prescription for Prednisone tablets, and Pataday eyedrops which cost $193 for less than a tea spoon of liquid, which did not help very much.

I have already written two long blog posts about Allergies and my visit to Sanford Health, so I will just get to the point of what seems to work the best for me, for treating allergies:

  1. Zyrtec (cetirizine) – One tablet is supposed to last all day, and you are not supposed to take more than directed.  I bought the 10 mg tablets that cost about $1.00 each.  After trying Zyrtec for two days, I found that for me personally, I had to take more than directed in order to get my right eye to unswell and stop hurting.  I tried one tablet, which helped some, waited an hour and took a 2nd tablet which helped some more, waited an hour and took a 3rd tablet which almost completely stopped all of my allergy symptoms.     Taking this many Zyrtec was a last resort for me.  My doctor visit and prescription medication in August cost $400 and didn’t help very much.  Nothing else has worked for me so far.
  2. Flonase (fluticasone nasal) – This nasal spray helped me some in reducing allergy symptoms, but only about 50% of what I needed.
  3. Allegra (fexofenadine) – These tablets helped me some in reducing allergy symptoms, but only about 40% of what I needed.
  4. Claritin (loratadine) – These tablet only helped about 20% of what was needed.
  5. Benadryl (diphenhydramine) – These tablets helped with my runny nose, but I think that these tablets made my eyes even more sensitive to light, which was the last thing that I needed.

In North Dakota these past three years, I can have an allergic reaction at any time of the year, without any advance warning.  I read recently, that in the Winter, Box Elder trees and Ash trees produce something that causes allergies.

When I am at home, and don’t have anywhere to go, I have tried rinsing out my sinuses with salt water, and this helps a little.

Other people have recommended to me that I find a local producer of local honey.  Local honey contains a small amount of pollen from every plant, and consuming local honey is supposedly almost the same thing as taking allergy shots, which get your body used to allergens a little bit at a time.

Sarah Jennings-Trustem, Queen Of Dickinson!

I was reading the Dickinson Press newspaper on January 4, and I saw an article where Sarah Jennings-Trustem has been pronounced Queen of Dickinson, or something like that.  I saw her photograph, and I felt that I knew her from somewhere.  Yes, I remember, she was formerly Sarah Jennings, Duchess of Marlborough.

I wondered, is she married?  With a name like Jennings-Trustem, a hyphenated name like that, you don’t know if this was passed on, or if they originated it.  I did my research, and I came to my conclusion, which I am not quite ready to let this cat out of the bag yet.

With Royalty, they are never going to show much nudity on their own Facebook page, so you have to go and look at other people’s Facebook pages, which I did.  I found some photographs of her in a bathing suit, and she is a nice looking young lady.

I did read that she is a City of Dickinson Commissioner, which is kind of a stuffy thing to be.  However, she had been a bartender, so I think that this evens things out.  I was relieved to see that she graduated from Dickinson High School, and not Trinity High School, but then she went to Dickinson State University, and later the University of Mary, so I can’t tell whether she is Good or Evil.

Since she is not quite 30 years old yet, I am not going to just automatically put her on my  website list, “List Of Attractive Women In Dickinson”, like I did for City Attorney Jan Murtha, because she might still be too wild.

I believe that I read her Coronation Ceremony will be January 15.

Dickinson Returning To Feudalism And A Caste System Again

I first came to Dickinson in the Spring of 2011 to work in the oil field.  I worked in the oil field in southwest Texas in 2012.  In the Spring of 2013, I returned to Dickinson, and I have been here since then.

In the five years that I have lived in Dickinson, I found that most of the local people were unfriendly, not helpful, uncooperative, hostile, hateful, mean, and undermining, especially at work.

One of the things that I observed, was that when people needed help in Dickinson, the local people looked at this as the opportunity to withhold help, so that someone else would fail.  It appeared that the local people took satisfaction and gratification in someone else failing.

I tried to understand why this was, that people were uncooperative and not helpful to others in Dickinson, and enjoyed seeing other people fail.  I began to realize that one of the reasons for this was that historically, no one had the chance or opportunity to get ahead in Dickinson.

The only opportunity for people in Dickinson to do better than someone else, was not through advancement at work, earning more money, receiving higher education, receiving technical certification, applying ingenuity, or implementing innovation, because there was very little of that, it was only through someone else failing that a person could feel like they were successful.

The reason that historically no one could get ahead in Dickinson, was because from the time of the first settlers in the 1890s, up until 1970, Dickinson operated like a Feudal Society, with a Caste System, like there used to be in villages in Europe.

The first settlers in Dickinson were Ukranian and German Catholics, that came from villages where there was Feudalism and a Caste System.

For those of you who don’t know, the Feudalism that I am talking about, is where local people’s lives are not governed by National leaders, directives, policies, or laws, but by local landowners called Lords, who direct local people’s lives like they were practically slaves or livestock.

The Caste System that I am talking about, is where someone like a Lord, decides for another person, what job, education, housing, economic opportunity, and social opportunity that person will have.

From the 1890s through 1970 , Feudalism and the Caste System did occur, where certain prominent landowners in Dickinson, had a great amount of control over ordinary people’s lives in Dickinson: Where a person could work, not work, how much money they could make, economic opportuinity they could have and not have, educational opportunity they could have and not have, social opportunity they could have and not have.

Of course, one of the ways that you control people, is to limit their education and awareness.  You keep people in the dark as far as the possibilities in life, their possibilities, what they are capable of, what they might achieve.  One of the facilitators of keeping people under control in Dickinson, was the Catholic Church.

The Catholic Church teaches, that the Pope is the highest authority on Earth. That what the Pope instructs, will be handed down through the Cardinals, Bishops, Arch Bishops, and Priests, to you, the servants of God.  You need the Catholic Church, and the Pope, to tell you what to do and how to live.

The Catholic Church was not about to teach, that you don’t need the Pope, the Catholic Church, and the Priests, you can just read and understand the Bible on your own.  The Catholic Church did not want people to receive enough education to realize that they could read, understand, and interpret the Bible on their own.  They wanted people to live under the illusion, that they require other people to tell them what to do.

In the 1970s, there was greater access to information than there had ever been before in Dickinson. Throughout the United States, people had been protesting the Vietnam War, there was the Hippie movement that was a rebellion against control, with music concerts, drug use, free sex.  Young people in Dickinson did not want to go along with things the way that they had been going.

In approximately 1978, the second Oil Boom in Dickinson occurred.  People quit their ordinary low-paying jobs in Dickinson to work in the oil field where they could make four times as much money as they had been making.  In the late 1970s in Dickinson, this was the first time that the control of certain prominent landowners in Dickinson was broken.  Many local people began making so much money, that they could do what they wanted, and could not be controlled.

This economic freedom which allowed local people in Dickinson to do what they wanted, only lasted as long as this second Oil Boom, which ended in about 1983.  Once jobs became scarce, they also became low paying.  Most of the people in Dickinson had to go right back to the way things were before the second Oil Boom.

Now that this third Oil Boom is over, that lasted from about 2007 through 2014, I see that the same oppressors and their facilitators want to take Dickinson back to Feudalism and the Caste System again.

One of the things that is happening, is that out of state workers are being encouraged to leave Dickinson.

Beware Of Businesses In Dickinson That Have A Basement

Beware of businesses in Dickinson that have a basement, and don’t ever be the last customer of the day.

In my previous two blog posts, I explained that now that the Oil Boom is over in Dickinson, instead of returning to a normal middle-class or lower middle-class lifestyle, the people in Dickinson have reverted to a “Street Survivor” or “Prison Life” mentality.

I didn’t know that this was going to happen.  Who knew, how was I supposed to know?  But once I realized that this was the case, everything seemed to make more sense now.  For five years, I have been writing that the local people in Dickinson are hostile, hateful, unfriendly, mean, uncooperative, not helpful, undermining, and that they feel a sense of accomplishment when they can cause someone else to fail.  I didn’t know that during the past five years, that the local people were on their best behavior.

When the people in Dickinson reverted back to their normal pre-Oil Boom behavior, they became the Street Survivor people and the Prison Life people.  This is when I realized, that I really, really could not go out anywhere in Dickinson anymore.  It was just too dangerous.  I stopped going out in Dickinson, just barely, barely before I was killed.

The local people in Dickinson, think all day, and all night about things they are going to do to people.  Below, I have written some Do’s and Don’ts, if you have to go anywhere in Dickinson now:

  1. Before you get into your vehicle, Do look to see that a local person from Dickinson is not hiding in your back seat.
  2. As soon as you get into your vehicle, Do lock your car doors and keep them locked the whole time you are in your vehicle.
  3. Only stop to get fuel in your vehicle at a large, busy, gas station during daylight hours.  Do not get out of your vehicle if there is any suspicious person or vehicle close by.
  4. Do not wear expensive jewelry, watches, or carry expensive designer hand bags.  Single women should purchase an inexpensive fake wedding ring, and pretend to be married.
  5. Do carry a cell phone with you at all times so that you can telephone the Police in an emergency.  Do give the Police dispatcher a description of the vehicle and the people who are trying to abduct you.
  6. Do carry a bundle of $1 bills, so that when money is demanded from you, you can throw the bundle of bills, and then try to run the opposite direction to get away.
  7. Do park in a parking lot, and spend one minute scanning the parking lot before you get out of your vehicle, to make sure that no one is waiting in their vehicle, for you to get out.
  8. Do wait for another shopper who looks trustworthy, to go into the parking lot with them.  Don’t try to go into a parking lot by yourself.
  9. Do yell “Fire, Fire, Fire!” when someone is attacking you, if you yell “Help!” or “Rape!”, no one will come, or the wrong people will come.
  10. Do Not, I repeat Do Not, walk within 100 feet of trees or bushes.

When shopping or conducting business in Dickinson, beware of businesses that have a basement.  When you do have to approach a business with a basement, here are some things to remember:

  1. Telephone a trusted friend or relative, and explain to them that you are in Dickinson, North Dakota, and that you are about to enter a business, give them the name of the business, and ask them to call back and check on you in 1/2 hour.
  2. If at all possible, just step inside the door to the business, do not walk in very far.  Do not let anyone maneuver to get between you and the door, if they even try, leave.
  3. If you have to go into an insurance office to pay a bill or ask a question, you should say, “Hello, my name is Jennifer.  I don’t have any money on me, and my husband is expecting me to be home in thirty minutes, so I just wanted to stop in and ask if you offer renter’s insurance policies?”
  4. Do Not, I repeat Do Not, accept an invitation to go down into the basement.  If you go down into the basement, there is not even a 1% chance that you will ever be seen alive again.
  5. Do Not, I repeat Do Not, be the last customer of the day.  You might think that you are going to pay a bill, or just look at some greeting cards, but the business owner would probably like to bludgeon you, drag you down the stairs into the basement, take all of your cash, your credit cards, your jewelry, your shoes, and later once it gets late at night, go to your house or your apartment and use your keys to get in, and steal the remainder of your valuables.

What Do I Mean When I Say “Street Survivor” or “Prison Life” Mentality?

In my previous blog post, I wrote that I had thought that Dickinson would return to a kind of middle-class or lower middle-class normalcy after the Oil Boom was over.  Instead, the people in Dickinson appear to have returned to a Street Survivor or Prison Life mentality, which I never knew was going to happen.

Throughout my life, I have met and become friends with people who were convicted murderers, attempted murderers, thieves, drug dealers, and drug smugglers.  These were people who came from the Street, who were Street Survivors, and Prison Life people.  I learned from numerous talks and discussions with these people, what their crimes were, what their methods were, what their scams were, and what life in prison is like.

Also in my life, I have met murderers, attempted murderers, thieves, drug dealers, and drug smugglers, who were not my friends, who were trying to victimize me or steal from me.  I learned from these people too, their methods and their scams, these Street Survivors and Prison Life people.

Below are some examples of what to expect from Street Survivor people or Prison Life people, that are real incidents and not made up:

  1. The simple con of walking up to a person on the street and telling them some story about car running out of gas, wife being in the hospital, and begging for money.
  2. The next level con, of walking up to a person on the street and taking up their time distracting them with some story, while an accomplice enters their home and looks for valuables.
  3. The next level con, of walking up to a person on the street, talking to them to quickly learn specific details about their life, if they have money, are alone, or are vulnerable in some way, and being able to gain more access to valuables and bank accounts.
  4. The simple violent crime, of walking up to a person on the street, hitting them over the head or stabbing them, taking their wallet, purse, and vehicle.
  5. The more planned out violent crime, of walking up to a person on the street, hitting them over the head or stabbing them, putting their body in the car trunk, taking their wallet, purse, vehicle, key set, returning to or entering their home, taking their jewelry, firearms, valuables, money, credit cards, checks, and hiding the body somewhere so that there is a longer amount of time to access bank accounts, credit card accounts, and use the vehicle.

Regarding the numbered list above, if you went out to eat at a restaurant in Idaho, the other restaurant patrons would be thinking about the Thai iced tea that they ordered, the egg rolls that they had ordered, or the orange chicken that they had ordered, but in Dickinson if you went out to a restaurant, the local staff and the local patrons would be thinking about their list of things that they would like to try to do to you.

If you go out in Dickinson, or even if you don’t go out in Dickinson, the local people have such hatred, hostility, and meanness, that they are constantly trying to hatch some scheme to harm or steal from others, just like people in prison who have hours and hours to think and hate.

The people that I knew who had been in prison, would tell me about how the people in the prison kitchen had a huge vat of boiling water, which they dumped on someone who didn’t do what they wanted, and he died after several days.  Or, they would cut a mop handle on a long diagonal, but not completely through, so that it would break and have a long pointed end, and then when the person came who they wanted to kill, they would break the mop handle, and stab, stab, stab, stab with the pointy broken mop handle.

Dickinson is full of people with this Street Survivor mentality and this Prison Life mentality.  Once you understand this, everything else in Dickinson will make more sense and fall into place.

This is why the Police in Dickinson, North Dakota are so constantly ever present, up and down Villard Street and Main Street every single minute, while other Police vehicles are parked in the shadows on the side streets.  They are not a Police force, they are more like Prison Guards who have to watch these people in Dickinson every single minute.  Does this make sense now?

Street Survivor Mentality In Dickinson, North Dakota Now

I first came to Dickinson, North Dakota in 2011 during the Oil Boom.  Though there was an extreme shortage of housing, and very high housing prices, there was an atmosphere of excitement and optimism in everyone, property owners, business owners, local workers, out of state workers, and even the vagrants from out of state.

I was absent from Dickinson in 2012, but when I came back to Dickinson in 2013, the excitement and optimism was noticeably gone.  At the Paragon Bowling Alley bar on a Friday or Saturday night back in 2011, there were about 200 people, in 2013 on a Friday or Saturday night there were about 40 people.  At Patterson Lake in the Summer of 2011, there might have been 200 people along the north shore, in 2013 in the Summer there might have been 30 people.

A couple of things that took the excitement out of people in Dickinson, was everyone getting DUIs, no longer being able to drive, losing their job, and becoming broke and unemployable.  For those people who did not get a DUI and lose their job, they realized that working seven days a week, 12 hours per day, was not making them rich, it was only making them pay a shit-ton of income taxes.

As it got to be 2015, and the price of oil fell from over $100 per barrel to $40 per barrel, the Oil Boom was over.  The number of operating oil drill rigs went from over 200, to down to 40.  Everything slowed down as a result, less surveying, less heavy equipment earth work, less trucking, less casing work, less wireline, less tank batteries, less fracking, less sand and water hauling, less need for mechanics, less need for roustabouts, less need for pump jack installation, etcetera.

Dickinson slowed down.  Traffic decreased.  Restaurants, grocery stores, and convenience stores became less busy.  Manufactured home parks, trailer parks, and apartments came to be less and less occupied.  Hotels and motels had more and more vacancies.

Though Dickinson experienced an economic downturn, some of the calming was a relief.  House prices and rents became more affordable.  Local people felt that there was going to be a return to normalcy.  In many ways, everyone was glad to see the “Oil Field Trash go away.”

I probably wrote two hundred blog posts during the time that the Oil Boom was going away.  I wrote about my observations, impressions, and feelings about what was happening.  Of course, what my feelings were, had a lot to do with where I was working, where I was living, and how things were going for me at the time.  Most of the time, things were not going very well for me, which was the case for most out of state workers.

Deep in my mind, despite all of the chaotic things that I was writing about, I thought that Dickinson was going to return to a kind of middle-class, mid-West values, settled, normalcy.  I was wrong about this, and this has kind of been upsetting to me.  To have the fundamental belief that Dickinson was essentially, deep down, good, and to be so wrong about this, makes me kind of sick to my stomach.

Instead of Dickinson returning to a middle-class, mid-West kind of values, Dickinson is returning to a kind of Street Survivor, Prison Life mentality, which I hadn’t known was its true nature.  How was I supposed to know that Dickinson was like this?

During the Oil Boom, I didn’t like going to restaurants in Dickinson because of the “Oil Field Trash”.  Many times in the King Buffet, Perkins, or Bonanza, I was sorry about where I was seated because I didn’t like hearing what the oil field workers were talking about, trying to talk about inappropriate things in order to be funny.

Now, I really, really can’t go anywhere, don’t want to go anywhere, because the local people in Dickinson are so nasty.  What I thought was obnoxious, offensive behavior from the oil field workers, I would gladly go back to that, rather than the scowling, sneering, deep dark hatred of the local people.

I will describe this another way.  I have lived in Dickinson for five years now, and in that time, I have never seen the gentle, mild-mannered, polite, considerate people that I have met in Dickinson, out at dinner.  From 2011 to 2015, I could understand that the few nice people in Dickinson that I met, did not go out at night, because the oil field workers were kind of overbearing.  But once Dickinson slowed down after the oil boom, these few pleasant mild-mannered people in Dickinson did not come out.

Professional people, business people, home owners, business owners, and property owners that I had met during the day, that I thought highly of, and would have enjoyed seeing out at night in Dickinson, I never, ever did see them out in Dickinson, even after the Oil Boom was over.  I wondered why this was.

One of the reasons why I wondered where these nice people that I had met were, was because every time that I went out in Dickinson, the people that were out were so rough, mean, and nasty.  I guess that I am slow to catch on, I could have caught on about a year earlier, the people in Dickinson Are rough, mean, and nasty.

I thought that Dickinson was middle-class, and lower middle-class people, but instead they are more like Street Survivor people or Prison People.

I had made the comment periodically during the past five years of living in Dickinson, that the people in Dickinson would rather hire someone that did four years in prison, instead of a person who did four years in college.  Now I know why this is.

During the Oil Boom that lasted from about 2007 through 2014, there was not a lot of crime or theft in Dickinson, compared to other states.  During 2015 through 2017, after the Oil Boom was over, the crime and theft in Dickinson really picked up, the theft in Dickinson now, is the worst of any place that I have ever lived.  I attributed this to people losing their jobs, and people needing money.  Now, I am beginning to think, and to see, that this is the local people.

I just don’t know how this happened, or why this would be the case, that the people in Dickinson are more like Street Survivor people or Prison Life people.  Knowing this, and looking around at local businesses, local government, and how things are done in Dickinson, this all starts to make more sense now.

Stopping Theft And Crime In Dickinson, North Dakota

Today when I arrived home at my low rent apartment, I found that someone had parked in my parking space.  I was angry about it, because I had to trim tree branches and clear out some debris in order to make this parking space at the far back corner of the parking lot that abuts neighbors’ backyards.

I didn’t know if somebody was fucking with me, because this has been my spot for months, this spot is away from all of the other parking spaces, everyone has picked their own spot, and there hasn’t been a parking dispute here for at least four months.  I wanted to find out who did this, was this a new tenant, was this a visitor, was this unintentional, or was this intentional.

I was angry enough to yank this car out of this space with my truck, but I quickly realized that this would lead to retaliation against my truck.  I knocked on a neighbor’s door who I thought might have parked this car there, but luckily they were not home.

I was going to leave a note on this car’s windshield saying that I had to clear out this space by trimming tree branches and moving debris, I had been parking here, and asking if they were a new resident, to call me.  The way that this car was parked, it looked like it might not even be running.  It was a very beat up car.  It was parked back up against the side of the garage.  The driver’s door was so close to the side of the garage, that I didn’t see how the driver could have even got out of the car if they had backed it in, they might have pushed it back.

I walked over to the car, to look at it, and I was very surprised and startled when someone got out of it.  They were startled too, because apparently they were trying to hide.  The person who got out of this car, he immediately started saying some lame, nonsense excuse about what he was doing.  I asked him right away, if he had just moved in to these apartments, or if he was visiting someone.  I could tell from his erratic nervous behavior that it was neither.  He said that he lived in this area.  Nothing that he was saying explained what he was doing here on this property, at the far back corner of the parking lot, backed in beside the end of the garage, like he was hiding.

This person said to me, hey, if you want your space that bad, I will leave.  I got his vehicle license plate number and I walked away.  To me, this is what it looks like when someone is getting ready to, or is in the process of going through other people’s vehicles in a parking lot in order to steal things.

I telephoned the Dickinson Police non-emergency number to explain what was going on, but the dispatcher at first was dismissing what I was saying, thinking that I was calling about someone taking my parking space.  I tried to explain, “No, there is so much theft going on in Dickinson right now, and in the area that I live in, I think that this person is here to steal things, they don’t live here, they aren’t visiting anyone here, their story does not make any sense, and they don’t belong here.”

I gave the Dickinson Police dispatcher the vehicle license plate number, and I asked if they could send an officer over so that I could tell them what was going on.  While I was waiting for the Police, I talked to some of my neighbors about what was going on, and they knew a little about this vehicle and the vehicle owner.  He and his vehicle had been spotted at a suspected drug house in the area.  We speculated that what he was doing here, involved either stealing or drugs.

When the Police Officer arrived within about ten minutes of me calling the non-emergency number, the Police Officer said that he knew, and the Police knew, who this person was, and that this was someone that the Police needed to be called about if he showed up at the apartment property again.

I gave the Police Officer the license plate number and a complete description of the vehicle, and some additional information about the vehicle that I got from the neighbors.  I let the Police officer know that some of my neighbors had had items stolen from their vehicles in the recent past.

I know and my neighbors know, that if we find items missing from our vehicles later today or tomorrow, who it was that probably got into our vehicles.  The Police now know, that this guy was caught recently in this neighborhood, parked behind a garage on private property, where he had no reason to be.

The reason that I am acting like this, is because me and my neighbors have had things stolen out of our vehicles recently, and there has been illegal drug activity at the apartments where we live in the recent past.  If we don’t do something about the people who show up here and don’t belong here, the crime will just keep happening here.

Well Run Arby’s Restaurant In Dickinson, North Dakota

I have lived in Dickinson, North Dakota for a little over five years now.  I started this blog website approximately three years ago, mostly out of frustration with living in Dickinson.  Living in Dickinson, there was very little to do, no where to go, the people were unfriendly, and the restaurants were all bad, especially the waitresses.

Of the nearly five hundred blog posts that I have written, most of them are complaining about Dickinson.  About one year ago, I began to realize that one of the only places in Dickinson that I didn’t have any complaints about, was the Arby’s restaurant.

I began to realize that I never ever had a long wait in the drive through, or at the counter in Arby’s.  No one ever got my order wrong in any way whatsoever.  No employee ever irritated me, annoyed me, or did anything wrong.  The food that I ordered was always good or O.K.  I was never mischarged or given the wrong change.  I never saw the employees loose their cool, bicker, squabble, or argue.

I began to think that nothing ever went wrong at this Arby’s because of the employees who worked there.  How could this be, that each of these employees showed up to work, did their job, were pleasant, and got along with each other?  No place else in Dickinson has employees like this, how did this happen?

There are a couple of nation-wide franchise restaurants in Dickinson that have nearly closed several times because they were unable to get employees, assistant managers, and managers that would show up to work and work competently.  All businesses in Dickinson had a difficult time hiring and keeping competent employees during the Oil Boom that occurred from 2007 through 2014.  How was this Arby’s restaurant able to hire and retain good employees?

The manager of the Arby’s restaurant in Dickinson, I believe that her name is Sarah.  I think that the owners of this restaurant know that Sarah has done a very good job.  I don’t know if the owners of this restaurant are aware of the turnover and employee chaos that all of the other restaurants in Dickinson have.

I don’t know exactly how Sarah does it.  I think that she must have some unique ability to pick out and identify the good applicants from the bad ones.  I don’t know how she can tell which applicants are going to show up every day, do their job, take their job seriously, be pleasant, and get along with everyone.  All business owners and managers wish that they could pick the applicants that would be good long term employees, but hardly anyone can.

I noticed that the employees at this Arby’s restaurant are there to do their job.  They always seem to be 100% focused on their job, and I don’t see many businesses where the employees are like this all the time.  Especially in the restaurant business, I usually see employees who are thinking about and talking about everything but work, and acting like and saying out loud that they would rather be some place else.

Besides hiring good people, I would say that this Arby’s must have a good positive work environment.  A work place that is fair, competent, organized, well managed, and pleasant.  If it weren’t, they would have employee turnover, people not showing up for work, stressed out employees, and employees who were openly unhappy at work.  But they don’t have any of this.

I hope that I don’t mess this restaurant up by writing a complimentary blog post about it.

 

New Gym “The Pit” In Dickinson, North Dakota

Update 5/27/2018:  When I first wrote this blog post article about the Pit Gym in December of 2017, I had a very positive and favorable opinion of this gym because it was the only weight room gym in town.  I am not going to re-write my initial reaction, but I have added to the bottom of this blog post, a description of what I think is going to be a frustration for powerlifters and bodybuilders at this gym.

Approximately one month ago I was driving south on 10th Avenue East toward Villard when I saw a sign for the gym “The Pit” right next door to East End Towing.  I have lived in Dickinson for a little over five years, and in this particular neighborhood for six months, and this was the first time that I ever saw that a gym was in this building.

I turned in to the parking lot, and I got out of my vehicle to look in the windows.  The gym was mostly free weights, weight benches, and weight lifting racks.  I had not seen a gym like this in years.  Virtually all gyms in the United States have been transformed into “Fitness Centers” over the past 25 years in order to have a wider range of customers.  The “Weight Rooms” are almost all gone now.

I thought for sure that the owner must be a Power Lifter, because who else would open a gym now with mostly free weights and weight lifting racks?  I went inside, and there was a blond lady sitting at the desk, which was a surprise to me.  I said, “I was expecting to see a guy at this gym, not a lady, this is a Weight Room.”  She mostly understood what I meant, especially because her husband is a Power Lifter, but she probably didn’t like me saying it, because she is a Power Lifter too.  This was probably Step #1 of me getting kicked out of this gym.

I talked to her probably longer than I should have, but I wanted to see if she and her husband had had the same experience as me at the West River Community Center.  There are just so many people at the WRCC, and so many things going on, that it is difficult to get to the free weights and the weight racks at the WRCC.

For instance, I could plan on using one of the weight racks at the WRCC to safely do overhead press, squats, shrugs, or dead lifts, using 300 lbs or more, and all of the racks would be taken up by “Fitness People” who wanted to do multiple sets of lunges or bent over lifts using just the 45 lb bar, with no weights at all.

When I found out who her husband was, Dave Clem, I remembered seeing him at the WRCC many times.  I believed that he probably wasn’t very happy with the “circus” at the WRCC, and it was no surprise to me that this was his gym.  Dave is a Power Lifting competitor, and he currently holds several national Power Lifting records.  He routinely squats 750 lbs at meets.

Membership at “The Pit” gym is $40 per month.  If you are serious and goal oriented in Weight Training, Body Building, or Power Lifting, here are the advantages of this gym:

  1. Multiple sets of dumbbell pairs, ranging in 5 lb increments from 5 lb to 100 lb, with no gaps.  Four weight benches dedicated to the dumbbells.
  2. Two heavy duty Power Lifting bench press benches.  Adjacent weight plates to load 700 plus lbs.
  3. Two heavy duty Power Lifting squat racks, with quick release bar rests, safety bars, and safety chains.  Adjacent weight plates to load 700 plus lbs.
  4. Dedicated dead lift platform, with bar jack for loading and unloading weight plates.  Adjacent weight plates to load 700 plus lbs.
  5. The walk from your car, to the weights that you want to use, is less than 75 feet, with no one, and no thing in your way.  Going to the WRCC, is almost like going to an airport.
  6. The Pit gym has 24 hour access.  If you come during the day, or later in the evening, you will almost certainly have immediate and uninterrupted access to the weights, weight bench, or weight rack that you want to use.
  7. At certain times during the week, Dave Clem and the Power Lifting team are training for squat, bench, and dead lift, and are watching and assisting in improving each other’s lifts.

Dave and Wendy Clem have a Power Lifting team that trains at The Pit gym.  There is a large white competition board that lists each member’s weight class, competition record for squat, bench press, dead lift, totals, and personal best lifts.  They encourage high school students to become involved in Power Lifting and they provide coaching.

At this gym, it is more goal oriented and results oriented.  In Weight Training, Body Building, and Power Lifting, people are interested in increasing the weight used in lifts, increasing repetitions with weight, increasing the size and definition of muscle, and increasing strength in a measurable way.  It is not like a “Fitness Center” where people dabble on a piece of equipment until they become bored or distracted, and then wander over to another piece of equipment and watch television on a monitor, not paying attention to what they are doing.

Change in my opinion of The Pit Gym 5/27/2018:

The whole reason for The Pit Gym to even exist in my opinion, was to provide access to heavy-duty, high weight capacity squat racks, bench press benches, dead-lift platform, incline leg press, and dumbbells in a way that the West River Community Center, and Anytime Fitness in Dickinson, North Dakota do not.

The West River Community Center is one of nicest fitness centers in the United States.  It has two very large indoor swimming pools, one outdoor swimming pool, two tennis courts, four racketball courts, four basketball courts, a rock climbing wall, thirty pieces of cardiovascular equipment, and a weight room with squat racks, bench press benches, dead lift platform, and dumbbells, all for less money than The Pit Gym in Dickinson.

What the West River Community Center and the Anytime Fitness in Dickinson do not have, is an area for adult men to use heavy weight equipment, free from women and children.

At the West River Community Center in Dickinson, there are all kinds of things for women and children to do.  Swim laps, use the water slide, play tennis, play racketball, climb on the rock climbing wall, play basketball, walk the track, run the track, do yoga or floor exercises, take an aerobics class, use thirty pieces of cardiovascular equipment, and even go do squats, bench press, dead lifts, with just the bar, with no weight, for as much as they want, for as long as they want.

The West River Community Center also has a day care for kids, and a very large women’s locker room with many lockers, toilets, and showers.  The Anytime Fitness in Dickinson is also very large, with just as much cardiovascular equipment and weight lifting equipment as the West River Community Center.  The Anytime Fitness has a women’s locker room with several toilets and showers.

The Pit Gym in Dickinson is small in size, approximately 35’x 50′.  It has no women’s locker room, no women’s only bathroom, no shower, just one piece of cardiovascular equipment, no floor exercise area, and far less weight training equipment than either the West River Community Center or Anytime Fitness.  The only thing that The Pit Gym has that what appealing to me, is the heavy-duty weight benches, squat racks, dead lift platform, and dumbbells, combined with the absence of women and children.

If you add women and children to The Pit Gym, and you have either a woman or a kid on the two squat racks, the two bench press benches, and using the dumbbells, The Pit Gym in my opinion is not worth going to.

I thought that Dave Clem the owner of The Pit Gym and a power lifting competitor, went through the trouble of finding a building to rent, and moved all of his heavy-duty, high weight capacity, power lifting training, exercise, and competition equipment into this building, so that people who wanted to lift and train with heavy weight, could do so without any conflict or interruption from the women and children at the West River Community Center or Anytime Fitness.

Yesterday, I went to The Pit Gym in Dickinson, and two young men had brought their two young girlfriends with them.  The Pit Gym is very small, about 35’x 50′, there are only two squat racks, and two bench press benches.  I got to use the squat rack that I wanted to use, but one of the young men’s girlfriends was talking a lot, and playing around, like this was their garage, an afternoon barbeque, or a social occasion.  I was not as focused, or trying as hard as I should have been, I was distracted.  The space is so small, that you can’t really escape how other people want to act, or what they want to do.

Soon, there was another young man that arrived with his young girlfriend.  She was attractive, and was wearing training shorts, and a sports bras top.  I became even more distracted, not just because this girl was attractive, but because she was talking on her phone, and talking about other things.  Again, this was like a social occasion for her.  And again, this gym is only about 35’x 50′, if other people want to talk about food, and what they want to go eat, you can’t help but hear them, which takes your mind off of what you are doing.

I realized that I was stopping short of where I should have in my exercises, because I was not paying attention to what I was doing.  It was not just the distraction, it seems like there is a natural response to not completely disregard or ignore other people, as if this would be rude or impolite in a social situation.  However, I was not looking for a social situation, I had intended to focus completely on my lifts, but I was not able to.

There was one bench press bench that I needed to use next, which was available, except one of the young women had left her head phones on the weight bar.  What else would this bar be used for, other than to hang personal belongings on?  I moved her head phones to the adjacent bench press bench.  I was going to do behind the head pull over curls while laying on the bench, and this was the only bench with enough room to do this without hitting anything behind your head while laying down on the bench.

I didn’t realize that the young woman was going to use the adjacent bench press bench, to do bench presses with just the bar.  I dragged the bench press bench that I was going to use, away from her, so that when I was doing behind the head curls while laying down, I would not hit her with the bar.

Lately, I would go up to 135 lb with behind the head curls, and in the past I was able to go up to 160 lbs.  But today, I stopped at 105 lb, and left the gym before I was done with this exercise, and before I was done with the remainder of my exercises, because of these two women.

I did not want to continue with behind the head curls while laying down, for more sets with more weight, because I was worried about hitting the young woman with the bar, hurting her, and possibly losing my balance, and getting myself hurt too.  I did not think that she knew the range of motion that I was going to make in this exercise, and I did not think that she understood how difficult this is to lower 135 lb behind your head and pull it back up using just your triceps.

My next exercise was going to be dumbbell flys, but the other young man and his girlfriend were socializing by the dumbbells and the dumbbell benches.  I was concerned that I was not going to be able to make a maximum effort because of being distracted and not being able to entirely block out this couple.  I was also concerned about being bumped into by the young woman who might not have understood the range of motion that I was going to make, possibly hurting her, and possibly losing my balance and hurting myself too.

In the 30 years that I have been going to gyms, I have always sought to go to weight room gyms where everyone uses heavy weights.  At Anytime Fitness, the West River Community Center, or any gym where there are women and children, I have often had to stop what I am doing in the middle of a repetition, to avoid hitting or harming a woman or kid, that did not know the range of motion that I was going to make, or understand the amount of weight that I was moving.

For instance, in the past, I would train with 120 lb, 130 lb, and 140 lb dumbbells doing dumbbell presses.  I could not use more than 100 lbs, at the West River Community Center, because women would come walking up beside you when you were on a bench, totally not understanding that this was 100 lb in each hand, that you were going to extend your arms completely in a press, and this movement was going to hurt them if they got in the way.  And after five or six repetitions with 100 lb in each hand, they had better not be standing where a dumbbell could land on their feet.  Women and children did not know, or understand, when you were lifting heavy weight.

In my opinion, there is absolutely no point, no reason whatsoever to join The Pit Gym in Dickinson if the owners Dave and Wendy Clem want this to be another fitness center with women and children.  This gym will no longer offer anything that is any different from what the West River Community Center and the Anytime Fitness have to offer.

I have seen from my experience in going to many gyms over a 30 year period, that most women and children have no understanding or comprehension of an adult male making a maximum effort to lift the heaviest weight he can lift, for one or two repetitions, in an exercise where he can be severely injured or fail at the lift if he is distracted.  Or, the understanding that they could be severely injured if they don’t move the fuck out of the way.

Here below are some examples with photographs:

What this guy below needs, is for someone else’s girlfriend to stand at the weight bench next to him, so that her leg gets broken when he puts down one of those 200 lb dumbbells.  Maybe he should learn how to put them down gently, 200 lb each isn’t very much is it?  That’s not that much more than 10 lb, is it?

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These two guys below, what they need is someone else’s girlfriend standing in front of them wearing a sports bras, and talking on her phone about where they are going to eat.  Some kind of distraction is what they need, to cause them to fail in the lift and get hurt.

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All three of these guys up above need someone else’s kids running around them and bumping into them, to cause them to lose their balance so that they can fail in the lift and get hurt.

Today, in response to my updated blog posts, Wendy Clem, the wife of Dave Clem, wrote some comments.  She completely disagrees with my opinion and my wish that her gym be oriented primarily towards men.  She believes that her gym should be open to everyone.

Wendy wrote some comments saying that I was Chauvanistic.  I agree on this, as far as my opinion on having one gym in Dickinson that is primarily for men.  Wendy called me on the telephone, and said that if I came down there right now, she had two women in the gym who could kick my ass in the gym.  I said that I would be right there.

When I got to the gym about fifteen minutes later, Wendy met me outside the gym with a refund of money.  She wanted to tell me what she thought.  I said where are these two women who can out lift me?  I was introduced to a very large young woman who had just completed a 400 lb squat.

I said to the young woman, O.K., you have me beat on squat, I admit it.  Let’s go do some 100 lb dumbbells.  She wouldn’t do it.  Then, I got told to leave the gym, and never come back.