There’s a saying in the business world that goes something like this: “You’re only as good as the last deal.” What this really seems to mean is that loyalty is the exception, not the rule. How this tends to play out in the real estate realm is that any repeat business points you think you’ve scored for flawlessly closing hundreds of transactions vanish with a *poof* the instant you make a mistake at the closing table today.
Montana proved to be a grueling taskmaster. Of course all of the signs were there at the beginning had I only been able to read them with a clarity that is undeniably dispensed through the lens of hindsight.
My girlfriend, Soho, was a frequent guest at Chez Montana. One year saw her staying with us so much that we basically considered her a permanent part of the household. She entered my life within weeks of my arrival in Montana, and she was there for the duration and thereafter. She was, in fact, the only true witness I had to all that comprised my big sky life, and much to Chef’s chagrin, she was often the only reliable reality standard by which I could measure my sanity…
The Vulture Culture is a parasitical cultural mindset that encourages self-serving individuals to collectively devour the flesh right off of the bones of society like a wake of New World Vultures gathering to feast on the susceptible…
Who’s left? The New GOP?
Urban tales of my tortured tenure in Big Sky Country (aka Whitefish, Montana).
As Writer of the satirical editorials published on “In The Rear View Mirror” - a collaborative blog created in 2008 - I realized it’s finally time to publicly peel away the layers of my own onion with a lively chronicle composed of definitive personal observations, urban tales of my tortured tenure in Big Sky Country, random musings, and even a little commentary about what life is like for many of us on the ground in today’s society. If tears spring to your eyes, it’s probably just the onion.