Localit grows in Cheyenne and Casper and other Wyoming locales

During the past year, I've been talking a lot about my transformation into a locavore (a.k.a. localvore). I'm growing some of my own food and trying to eat foodstuffs grown and raised close to home. It's a daunting task. Cheyenne isn't Salinas or Iowa City or Vidalia. For that, I can only be thankful. But, people in these cities and other temperate climes have a lot better chance of locavoring than I do at 6,200 windswept feet in America's high dry prairie.

But I keep on keeping on. I have a new batch of strawberries, probably due to the cooling weather. Lettuce, too, its last seasonal gasp. I'm still watching the tomatoes ripen. My Superman-like laser vision has speeded up the process, but not by much. A freeze is forecast on Tuesday, followed by a slight warming trend which some call Indian Summer except the Indians. I may just cover up during the freeze emergency, and then see how many more days the tomatoes have.

As I dwell on fruits and veggies, I was thinking about arts on the local scene, especially writers and poets and books. Let's call it "localit," as in "local literature." Homegrown words by homegrown writers, or at least transplanted writers (like me) who took root in the rocky soil of Wyoming.

The second annual Wyoming Book Festival was held today in Cheyenne's Lion's Park. It may be a coincidence, but the park is also home to the Cheyenne Botanic Gardens and a very impressive community garden. As I write this, two boxes of carrots grown in that garden by a friend await my attention. They're tasty -- I had a batch last week which I threw in with some Yukon Gold potatoes and some tasty local beets for a root veggie extravaganza.

Writers featured today at the conference were mainly from Wyoming: Zak Pullen, Casper; Craig Johnson, Ucross; Gene Gagliano, Buffalo; Cat Urbigkit, Pinedale; Peg Sundberg, Wheatland; and Tina Ann Forkner and Cindy Keen Reynders from Cheyenne. The only Coloradan presenting on the main stage was mystery writer Margaret Coel whose novels are set in Wyoming's Wind River Reservation but she lives in Boulder, Colo. Thing is, Margaret lives closer to Wyoming that most of the Wyoming presenters. Those borders are funny things.

Meanwhile, inside the Community House, other writers staffed tables featuring their books. The Cheyenne Barnes & Noble offered the books for sale. Outside, basking in the sunny September day by the amphitheatre, was Nancy Curtis of Glendo and her High Plains Press books.

You could fairly call this event an example of localit. Yes, I know B&N is not an indie. But its staff supports us local writers.

After hanging out at the bookfest for awhile, I was off to a meeting of the board for Wyoming Writers, Inc. It's a 35-year-old statewide organizations of some 200 writers, most from Wyoming but a growing number from surrounding states. It's an all-volunteer org that puts on an annual writing competition, annual conference, newsletter, listserv and web site. It birthed WyoPoets, which also holds it own annual writing workshop and has a fine web site. Almost all WyoPoets members are members of WWInc.

The board is planning its 2010 conference in Cody. WWInc has money in the bank and the conference is self-supporting. Last year's event in Casper featured former U.S. Poet Laureate Ted Kooser as keynote speaker. Other presenters came from Cheyenne and Jackson and Cincinnati and NYC. We take pains to assemble a great mix of presenters, realizing we sometimes have to reach far and wide to get the expertise we seek. We're seeking some great writers and editors and agents for the Cody event. And, at the same time, keeping the cost reasonable.

WWInc is an organization that it made up of both professional and hobbyist writers. An odd mix -- but it works. We do our best to support the pastime of writing as well as its professional pursuit. Next weekend, two WWInc staffers will be at the Mountains & Plains Independent Booksellers Association gathering to support books by members.

In two weeks, the Laramie County Community College Foundation is putting on its Literary Connection. Here's a short description:

The LCCC Foundation is excited to announce that the Literary Connection will be returning Oct. 2-3, 2009. We are pleased to introduce our three guest authors for this year: Pam Houston, author of the best-seller Cowboys Are My Weakness; Colorado native and Sky Bridge author Laura Pritchett; and essayist and fiction writer Bill Roorbach from Masachusetts. This year, we are introducing our morning workshop session on Friday with our three guest authors. They will each talk about the skills of writing, the process of literary development and more. On Saturday, we will reintroduce our authors as they present a guest lecture, again taking time to answer your questions and sign copies of their books. Space is limited and pre-registration is required. Please visit our guest authors' websites for more info: ww.pamhouston.net/bio.html; www.laurapritchett.com/about.html; www.billroorbach.com/bio.htm

Some might object to the fact that the community college spends money on arts-oriented events. But what better venue than a "community" college, which tries (not always successfully) to be the center of activities. As U.S. Education Secretary Arne Duncan said this week at a statewide forum at Casper College: "The community college system here is among the best in the country," Duncan said. "We recognize this has been an underrecognized asset, an underrecognized resource."

What better way to say "localit" than your local community college?

Speaking of Casper College... The Casper College Literary Conference is Oct. 8-10. It features a series of workshops and presentation by fantastic writers, culminating in a chili feed and reading by the Wyoming Arts Council's creative writing fellowship winners at noon on Oct. 10. Three Wyoming poets will join fellowship Greg Pape, Montana Poet Laureate, for a reading in the Izaak Walton Clubhouse on the banks of the North Platte River in central Wyoming.

Write locally, read poetry locally, fish locally.

This local emphasis on the arts doesn't stop with writers. This summer, when I was in Jackson, local galleries were closing due to the economic downturn. Others were wondering if it wasn't time to act and think more locally, and depend less on tourist dollars and donations by politicos and CEOs and Wall Street arbitragers who have built second or third or fourth houses in Jackson Hole. Their fortunes are falling fast. Too much dependence on this fleeting wealth has skewed expectations.

Act locally, think locally, write locally.

Paint locally, sculpt locally, quilt locally.

New bumper sticker slogans for Wyoming.

A very short story set in the Old West to wrap up ADHD Awareness Week

"The pursuit of the big sky and the attitude of 'Don't fence me in' may be one of the reasons why Idaho leads the nation in per capita prescriptions of Ritalin for school-age children."
--From "Answers to Distraction" by Edwin M. Hallowell, M.D./John J. Ratey, M.D.

How the West Was Won

Idaho lies just over those mountains. Soon it will become a territory, and someday a state where potatoes will share the soil with concrete burrows of nuclear missiles. Ritalin will serve as handmaiden to its many children.

Our wagons stir the land, cause dust devils to rise. Black serpent cyclones rip the ridgelines. Native nomads, bison, tumbleweeds cross the purple prairie. Movement is religion. We are not destined for one place, but many; many mansions, as The Book says, many wagons filled with children, the amputated pasts of émigré nations.

My father farmed the same rock-chunked patch of County Roscommon land as his father before him, as his father before him, and all the fathers to back before the bastard Cromwell. Miserable sons of the sod. My father cursed the sick soil, dug the withered potatoes until only stone mingled with stone. The Great Hunger set us free and filled the coffin ships. Now our wagons prowl the prairies past forts and pox-plagued Indians, past Independence Rock, that granite lump like the devil's own hunched back, past grasslands that have no more sense than to act as carpets to the long horizon, to Idaho, and on to Oregon and the sea.

Our plan all along was Oregon, my brothers and I, but we grew distracted with the shades of Mormon children who whirl above our campfires. They can't get warm enough, can't move fast enough to escape last October's blizzard; it swallowed the Willie's Handcart party, froze 100 Latter Day Saints in mid-stride. Mormon youth are always on the move! One day, you will see them on bicycles from Beijing to Boise and Ritalin will be popular in Salt Lake City, Vernal, Provo. The Great Cities of Utah will vie with The Great Cities of Idaho and all the big-sky states for the coveted title of Ritalin Capital of the Nation.

At night, as the campfire dances in the constant wind, I stand within the circle of wagons and watch the stars wheel overhead. The comets are out there, weaving mists through the constellations; a shooting star streaks the firmament. In the hyperactive future, the lights of airplanes will always be visible, no matter how deep you push into the territory. Movement will still be religion, but my great-great-grandchildren in Pocatello will swallow a pill to give them pause and to muffle the nerve-twitching urge to move, that itch to be somewhere, anywhere but here.

Michael Shay, April 21, 2005
Originally published 2005 in High Plains Register

U.S. health insurance premiums go up and up and up some more

Reuters’s reporter Susan Heavey reports this:

U.S. workers getting health insurance for their families through employers have seen their premiums more than double in the last decade and the trend toward higher health costs is expected to continue, according to two reports released on Tuesday.

The Kaiser Family Foundation said the average premium for a company-provided family health insurance plan rose from $5,791 in 1999 to $13,375, a 131 percent jump.

Separately, the Business Roundtable, an organization that represents large U.S. corporations, said per-employee costs will jump to $28,530 in 2019 from $10,743 currently if nothing is done.

Read the entire article at http://www.reuters.com/article/domesticNews/idUSTRE58E45420090915

My only comment: Yes, I know – personally.

Hummingbird Mind: My son Kevin, the climber

To commemorate ADD/ADHD Awareness Week (Sept. 14-18), I offer this essay, "We Are Distracted," which in a slightly different form appeared in the 1996 book In Short: A Collection of Brief Creative Nonfiction, W.W. Norton, edited by Judith Kitchen and Mary Paumier Jones.)

I. WE ARE DISTRACTED

We are distracted by the agility of my eight-year-old son Kevin as he clambers up the slick granite rock formation near Rocky Mountain National Park. He is fifty feet above us; we are a bit frightened by the risks he takes, the way he clings like a human fly to the sides of the rock. We all look up and watch one of Kevin's handholds become a fingerhold and just when it's about to become a no-hold, he pushes off the rock with his feet, leaps a three-foot gap between spires, and wraps his arms tightly around the precious purchase he has made with this part of the Rockies.

We are like three slugs on a slab -- Kevin's classmate Freeman, his father Randy, and I. We lean against the cool rock surface of this six-million-year-old mountain and watch Kevin. We look up and Kevin never looks down. It would break his concentration, interrupt his communion with the rock, I think. To concentrate is everything for Kevin. He can't do it for extended periods of time unless he is under the influence of Ritalin, a drug that helps him control his hyperactivity-inspired impulsiveness. Right now as he climbs toward the sharp blue Colorado sky, the Ritalin, a central nervous system stimulant, is working on my son's brain stem arousal system causing to not be aroused. Medical researchers are not sure why a stimulant has the opposite effect on hyperactive kids. Says the 1994 Physician's Desk Reference: There is no "specific evidence which clearly establishes the mechanism whereby Ritalin produces its mental and behavioral effects on children, nor conclusive evidence regarding how these effects relate to the condition of the central nervous system."

II. HYPER/ACTIVE

When Kevin is in the classroom and a bird flies to a branch on a tree across the street, he will stop everything and look at the bird. A whispered comment at the opposite end of the classroom might as well be a sonic boom. If he is surrounded by too much energy in his orbit, he absorbs the energy. It sometimes causes him to twist and whirl and slam into his playmates; not so much now as when he was toddler and his way of playing was FULL BODY CONTACT. Slam, bam - and there was suddenly a kid crying, one nonplused Kevin and usually a very pissed-off parent, who soon would be in my face, asking me why I didn't control my son on the playground because he was really going to hurt someone someday.

III. NAMES, ALPHABETS, NAMES

Physicians have been prescribing Ritalin (a.k.a. methylphenidate) for more than 30 years for a condition that has been known as Minimal Brain Damage (MBD), Minimal Brain Dysfunction in Children (MBDC), Attention deficit Disorder (ADD), and ADD with Hyperactivity (ADHD). If some progressive therapists and groups such as CHADD (Children and Adults with Attention Deficit Disorder) have their way, the official designation may one day be changed to Attention Deficit Syndrome with hyperactivity (ADHS). This alphabet soup can be confusing. Once, on his first day at a new school, my son announced in front of the class that he had ADHD. The next day, several very nervous parents called the school, concerned about the new student who had AIDS. Being a "hyper" kid turns you into one type or pariah; AIDS carriers get special mistreatment. It was weeks before the confusion was straightened out. But the impression had been made. Kevin was different; different is bad.

IV. SOME THEORIES

Some critics, such as noted psychiatrist Peter R. Breggin, regard ADD/ADHD as chimeras, non-conditions, a conspiracy by the entrenched psychiatric establishment to dose our children with drugs. "Just Say No To Ritalin!" could be their battle cry.Thom Hartmann published the 1993 book Attention Deficit Disorder: A Different Perspective." He once summed up his book this way: "If you lived 10,000 years ago, before the agricultural revolution, and were part of a hunting society, then the ability to have an 'open, highly distractible' state of mind would be an asset. Walking through the woods/jungle, if you didn't notice that flash of light out of the corner of your eye, you may miss either the bunny which is lunch, or get eaten by a tiger."

Hartmann surmises that the ADD hunters were survivors and their DNA went into the gene pool. "Modern people with ADD are those with leftover 'hunter' genes."

There are a few problems with the theory. Since impulsiveness is one of the hallmarks of ADD and ADHD, isn't it likely that the hunter with hyperactivity might charge headlong into a herd of charging mastodons without considering the consequences? Maybe he would neglect to tread carefully in saber-tooth tiger country?

V. CONTRAINDICATIONS

The pharmacist always gives me a yellow sheet with Kevin's Ritalin prescription. Under "Side Effects" it reads: "Decreased appetite; stomach ache; difficulty falling asleep; headache." Under "Cautions:" DO NOT DRIVE, OPERATE MACHINERY, OR DO ANYTHING ELSE that might be dangerous until you know how you react to this medicine." It says nothing about rock climbing, although you might infer that it comes under "dangerous," or at least, risky.

VI. TO FALL...

Kevin never has fallen. When he was two, he climbed the highest trees in the park near our Denver home. Fifty-foot-tall pines and spruces. The first time he did this, her looked down at me and said, "You worried, Daddy?"

"Yes," I said, which seemed to please him.

So what if he falls? Randy, Freeman, and I watch him climb and this occurs to them because Randy says, "Does this worry you?"

"Yes," I say, "it worries me." And it thrills me too. I've seen him all alone on the playground because the mothers won't let their kids near him. I've seen him mark time in his room, usually because he's been restricted in some way because he's had trouble at home or on the school bus or on the playground.

VII. TO FLY...

Do rock climbers dream about falling or of flying? Do hyperactive kids dream of solitude on a granite mountain? Or do they dream of this: dancing and laughing, surrounded by friends, the mountains a distant mirage?

From the author: This was written 16 years ago, when my son Kevin was eight. At 24, he's a college student in Arizona, doing his own thing.

"The Crucible" on UW stage Sept. 29-Oct. 4

My daughter is reading Arthur Miller's "The Crucible" in her American literature class. The class is studying the Puritans and some of the earlier U.S. writers (before it was the U.S.).

In a fine bit of serendipity, the University of Wyoming theatre program in Laramie is opening its season with "The Crucible." It plays at the Fine Arts Main Stage Sept. 29-Oct. 4 with Tuesday-Saturday shows at 7:30 p.m. and the Sunday matinee at 2 p.m.

The story is about the hysteria surrounded the Salem witch hunts of the 17th century. But this was also Miller's response to the McCarthy witch hunts of the 1950s -- another bout of mass hysteria. Miller won the 1953 Tony Award for best play.

Tickets can be purchased in person at the Fine Arts Box Office in the Fine Arts Lobby or online at www.uwyo.edu/finearts, or by calling 307-766-6666. Ticket prices: $14 for general public, $11 for seniors, and $7 for students.

I'd like to be able to say this play is a hard-hitting commentary on our own hysteric times. But better to say it's a ripping good yarn.

P.S. Did you notice the six sixes (666666) in the UW Fine Arts phone number? Is this a coincidence, or does it mean that arts programs at UW are promoting "the mark and/or sign of the beast," a.k.a. Satan? I call for an investigation into these practices. Call your senators! Carry signs and yell out unintelligible things at meetings of the UW Trustees! Better yet, let's have a trial.

We don't need no stinkin' czars

Wyoming's lone U.S. Representative, Cynthia Lummis of Cheyenne, joined other Republican deep thinkers such as Michelle Bachmann (R-Penn.), Virginia Foxx (R-N.C.), and Pete Sessions (R-Texas) as co-sponsors for H.R. 3226: The Czar Accountability and Reform Act or "CZAR."

I suppose this is an acceptable acronym. The legislators had to stoop to borrowing the first and second letters of "Czar." In reality, it should be TCAARA, but that's just an abbreviation and not an annoying acronym to wave in the faces of Democrats.

This bill proposes:

To provide that appropriated funds may not be used to pay for any salaries or expenses of any task force, council, or similar office which is established by or at the direction of the President and headed by an individual who has been inappropriately appointed to such position (on other than an interim basis), without the advice and consent of the Senate.

Sponsor is another deep thinker from the South, Rep. Jack Kingston [R-GA1]


I was surprised that Joe Wilson's name wasn't on the list of co-sponsors -- all Republicans, by the way. But you already knew that.

Sen. Enzi: Please explain why getting beat up by your spouse is a "pre-existing condition"

This Huffington Post article was also on AlterNet:

It turns out that in eight states, plus the District of Columbia, getting beaten up by your spouse is a pre-existing condition.

Under the cold logic of the insurance industry, it makes perfect sense: If you are in a marriage with someone who has beaten you in the past, you're more likely to get beaten again than the average person and are therefore more expensive to insure.

In human terms, it's a second punishment for a victim of domestic violence.

In 2006, Democrats tried to end the practice. An amendment introduced by Sen. Patty Murray (D-Wash.), now a member of leadership, split the Health Education Labor & Pensions Committee 10-10. The tie meant that the measure failed.

All ten no votes were Republicans, including Sen. Mike Enzi (R-Wyoming), a member of the "Gang of Six" on the Finance Committee who are hashing out a bipartisan bill. A spokesman for Enzi didn't immediately return a call from Huffington Post.

At the time, Enzi defended his vote by saying that such regulations could increase the price of insurance and make it out of reach for more people. "If you have no insurance, it doesn't matter what services are mandated by the state," he said, according to a CQ Today item from March 15th, 2006.

That’s disturbing. Wyoming isn’t the worst state for cases of domestic violence. You have to go to Alabama and Oklahoma and South Carolina (Joe Wilson’s and Gov. Sanford's and Jim DeMint’s state) for that. In fact, those eight states in which insurance companies are able to hang a label of "pre-existing condition" on domestic violence victims includes Oklahoma and South Carolina, as well as Idaho, Mississippi, North Carolina, North Dakota, South Dakota and my own state of Wyoming.

But all states with isolated rural populations have a high incidence of domestic violence. Wyoming is no exception.

The National Census of Domestic Violence Services conducts an annual state-by-state survey. The 24-hour survey on Sept. 27, 2007, of 18 of 24 domestic violence programs in Wyoming, yielded these stats: 349 victims were served in one day; 93 needed shelter or transitional housing; 256 requested counseling, advocacy or children’s support groups. 94 percent of providers could offer counseling, but only 22 percent could offer childcare or transitional housing. There were 61 unmet requests. Meanwhile, there were 107 domestic hotline calls answered.

What about medical care? No stats were given. But a National Violence Against Women Survey in July 2000 found this: "More than one third of all rapes and physical assaults committed against women by intimates results in injury in which women receive some medical care."

If each of those requests for help came from a different person, that would add up to 127,385. That would add up to almost 25 percent of the entire population. But let’s face it: many domestic violence victims are repeat victims – and the abusers repeat offenders. If you just took one-third of that figure, you get 42,462. They are mainly women and children. If one-third of them require some sort of medical care, that 14,000-some that probably won’t qualify for medical insurance under "pre-existing condition." Some of them will be dead, of course, such as the young woman gunned down by her Army sniper husband two summers ago in Cheyenne. He then drove to the mountains and killed himself. Their children were left behind.

How can we tolerate a "system" that allows insurance companies to deny coverage to women who made bad choices? Many of them leave their battering spouses, along with the kids, and find employment in lower-paying jobs that don’t provide health insurance. If they are lucky enough to find jobs with insurance, they may get nothing due to the pre-existing condition of accidentally walking into their husband’s huge fist.

Sen. Enzi has some explaining to do.

Read entire AlterNet article at http://tinyurl.com/or5d9y

"We're No. 37:" U.S. health care whipped by Morocco and Andorra

In Boise but not in Cheyenne: first-hand reports of 9/12 teabaggery

Nathaniel Hoffman waded into a horde of 9/12 teabaggers in a Boise park and found that "Tea Party inspired by racial fears." Read his Boise Weekly story (and see more photos) at http://tinyurl.com/qq7fxd

Also, read untamedshrew's 9/12 blog about the Boise rally on 43rd state blues. Here's an excerpt:

I saw three different men armed with pistols. I wanted to get a photo to post here, but I only had my phone camera and didn’t feel comfortable getting close to these dangerous morons. One reportedly threatened another of my fellow demonstrators, telling her, “Just give me a reason.” Scary. SCARY. What on earth were those legislators who voted for the open carry law thinking? Allowing hostile people to carry pistols into a heated situation like that? It boggles my mind.

Boise is no better or worse than any Wyoming city -- just bigger. I went looking for the "9/12 Project Rally" in Cheyenne on Saturday but couldn't find it. I had seen a blurb in the Casper Star-Trib about the Casper rally no naturally assumed there would be one in the Capital City. I left the Fox News coverage of the D.C. rally and went downtown -- but no rally. I explored the Ribfest and Farmer's Market at Depot Square Plaza. Over at the corn truck, one big guy looked askance at my "SEIU for Obama" T-shirt -- but no gun threats. I was disappointed because local teabaggers had staged protests on April 15 with scads of cool signs. They held another patritoic rally on July 4. There was another recent one which I documented on my blog.

But none on 9/12. Perhaps the Cheyenne teabaggers traveled to Boise? Please tell them to come home. We miss them.

Part II: Why I love my insurance company

This is the insurance company that (supposedly) insures Wyoming state employees. Don't know about you, but I am so happy that my premiums and your premiums and the Wyoming State Legislature's premium match have all gone to fund the very comfortable retirement of the CIGNA CEO. Nataline (see vid) wasn't alive to share in our happiness. Who's next for the CIGNA death panels?

Dems hold pie & ice cream social Sept. 19

Pie is on the Democrats' agenda Sept. 19

The Laramie County Democratic Party and the Laramie County Democratic Grassroots Coalition are co-sponsoring a Pie and Ice Cream Social on Saturday, Sept. 19, 1-4 p.m. at 708 Lawson in Pine Bluffs. Wyoming State Senator Mike Massie from Laramie is the featured speaker.

Organizers request that attendees bring a fruit pie, but no cream pies or pecan pies.

Also bring your recipes, household hints and photos for the book that LCDGC members are assembling. Deadline for submissions is Oct.1 and the book will be released in March 2010. Proceeds from book sales will be used to help Democratic Party candidates in the 2010 elections. FMI: Karyn Knutson at karynknutson@hotmail.com.

Million Thousand Moron March on D.C. included sons & daughters of the CSA

The South shall rise again! People who paid attention in history class know that the original Freedom Riders were advocates for Civil Rights in the South during the 1960s. This person's granddaddy no doubt beat up real Freedom Riders in Selma and Montgomery and Jackson.

On the front burner -- Dem/Repub chili

Making a batch of Dem/Repub chili this afternoon. Great weather for it -- 52 degrees and cloudy. Football weather.

My chili "starter" was a batch of spaghetti sauce whipped up by my Republican friend Stephen from Lebanon, Tenn. He and his family stayed with us during Cheyenne Frontier Days. Stephen and his wife Kate are Republicans and probably what you'd call fundamentalist Christians. Stephen preaches at cowboy churches and also is a rodeo judge. Almost looks as good in a cowboy hat as I do. Except I don't like horses or rodeos. I play a cowboy on stage every summer at the old-fashioned melodrama. When the final curtain drops, I put away my cowboy duds until next summer.

Ain't that just like a liberal? Merely an actor on the stage of life? Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Stephen, on the other hand, rides horses and even has some on his rural Tennessee property. He has real horseshit on his boots. He's also a trained chef who can whip up French delicacies one day, a batch of spaghetti sauce the next.

Speaking of spaghetti sauce... Stephen made some sauce for all of us this summer. A few pounds of burger, some canned tomatoes (and a few fresh ones) and spices. He whipped it all together -- along with a salad and garlic bread -- without breaking a sweat. It was fantastic sauce and so much left over that we froze a batch for later. And later is today.

To the defrosted sauce, I added some roasted Hatch chilies from New Mexico, bought this morning at the Cheyenne Farmers' Market. Most people know Hatch for its chilies and the Hatch Cut-Off, a route that links I-25 and I-10 and saves a half hour off the trip from Albuquerque to Tucson. I believe that this part of Hispanic N.M. went heavily Democratic in the 2008 elections.

I added some of my own tomatoes, also heavily Democratic like me. Plus some chili powder and cumin, both McCormick brands packed in Maryland, one of the bluest of the blue states despite being south of the Mason-Dixon Line. I also added some Mrs. Dash Southwest Chipotle seasoning blend, packed in Illinois, another blue state (especially around Chicago). Now, the spices come from all over. Harvested by hand by Indonesians and Brazilians making a few bucks a day (if that). I suppose this could be seen as a brand of economic imperialism that goes back to Marco Polo. Are there free-trade spice co-ops? Something I need to look up.

I whipped it all together, simmered for an hour, and filled a big bowl with the results. On the side, I had tortilla chips, sour cream and grated cheese. I ate, and watched portions of the Oklahoma State vs. Houston and UCLA vs. Tennessee football games. Those blue-state devils from Southern California trying to impose their ways upon the godly Vols of the Tennessee hills, Vols as in Volunteers, eager to fight in all U.S. wars going back to the Revolution. You'd think the Vols would have the advantage, but they lost to the Los Angelenos.

Hey, Stephen -- the chili was delicious. I'll freeze some and we can sup together next time you drop into my blue house in the reddest of red states. You're always welcome, pard.

Another pic from D.C. Million Moron March

This sign was distributed today in D.C. by Catholic anti-abortion group all.org. Guess it has no respect for the devout Catholicism of the late Sen. Ted Kennedy. And no couth, either.

Million Moron March today in D.C.

I went to Glenn Beck's Million Moron March and all I got was this lousy T-Shirt

(from a post on http://watergatesummer.blogspot.com)

9-11 Remembrance in Cheyenne

Fifty or so people gathered at the State Capitol this morning to remember the events of 9-11-01.

I still think it should be the "Cheney International Bunker"

Last November following the elections, word came that UW was naming its international studies center after Dick Cheney. Well, that's exactly what happened. Today was the dedication. Both pro-Cheney and anti-Cheney people were out on Prexy's Pasture, basking in righteousness and the last hot day of the summer.

Looking back at my 11/08 post, it's not bad. read it for tourself at http://hummingbirdminds.blogspot.com/2008/11/uw-should-build-cheney-village-on.html.

You can also read about today's UW events on the Casper Star-Trib and at Channel 5/KGWN in Cheyenne. While you're at the Channel 5 site, vote in the poll about whether the center should have been named for Dick Cheney.

Writer Alexandra Fuller a speaker at WyoDems Jefferson-Jackson Dinner

WyoDems' head honcho Bill Luckett sends this news:

Tickets are still available for the 2009 Jefferson-Jackson Dinner Banquet on Saturday, Sept. 26, at the Riverton Holiday Inn. With acclaimed author Alexandra Fuller and Colorado Democratic Party Chair Pat Waak planning to speak, you won't want to miss our annual traditional party rally!

To register today, call us at 800-729-3367 or register online by clicking here. To view event details, please visit our state party Web site at http://www.wyomingdemocrats.com/. It's the featured item on our homepage.

*NEW ON THE AGENDA: Be among the first to preview two video ads we have produced, which we will debut at the dinner, and hear an update on our message and marketing efforts!

As a reminder, we will also have a State Central Committee meeting at the hotel beginning at 1 p.m. on Sept. 26. The evening festivities begin at 5:45 p.m. with a VIP Cocktail reception with our honored guest speakers: author Alexandra Fuller, a
workers' rights advocate, and Colorado Democratic Chair Pat Waak. Tickets to the
VIP Cocktail are $100 a person. The dinner banquet follows at 7 p.m., and tickets are $75.

We have eight-seat tables to the dinner available: $1,500 for Gold Level seating, $1,000 for Silver Level, and $600 for Bronze Level. People who buy a Gold Level table will be admitted to the VIP Cocktail free of charge.

Finally, we have a special room rate at the Holiday Inn of $89 if you ask for the Wyoming Democratic Party's room rate, but that rate expires on Sept. 18, so make your reservation now to get the discount.

Don't delay! Buy your ticket today! Call us at 800-729-3367 or register online.

I may go to this one. I've heard Alexandra Fuller speak twice and she's compelling. Great writer too.

Wyo. Rep. Lummis defends blood-sucking health insurance companies

Mad As Hell Doctors stop in Cheyenne

Laramie's Nancy Sindelar featured this in her excellent e-letter:

On Sunday Sept 13, Mad As Hell Doctors will be speaking to promote universal health care. These three docs on their way to Washington, D.C., will present the documentary "Health, Money, and Fear" (2009) that covers the insanity of the current system. The event begins at 12:30 p.m., and will be held at the Unitarian Universalist Church, 3005 Thomes Ave., Cheyenne. Free.

FMI: www.madashelldoctors.com, www.ourailinghealthcare.com, www.uucheyenne.org, 307-638-4554.