Climbing Michael's Mountain was great memory 30 years ago
July 6, 2017
A Sunday afternoon 30 years ago this week found me busy sitting at my desk as editor-publisher of our local newspaper office. While the weather was beautiful outside, there was work to be done inside.
It was impossible to not keep looking out the window. The beautiful Lander weather beckoned to me. My output just kept getting slower. The sun was shining on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. Yet here I was, inside my office, pounding on the keys of a computer terminal.
I picked up the telephone and called home. My then five-year-old son, Michael, answered. He was loafing.
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