Something is happening. . . .

Here's a vintage shirt I tagged in 2001 that I just came across on eBay. Somebody in the Philippines is selling it for $20. (After you click the link you'll have to scroll down to see the old "I Know Sandman" silk-screen.)

I'll soon be scoring a "new western" by filmmaker, Vanessa Renwick. It's to be called Land Piranhas.

When my grandparents met in 1939, people like Tom Brokaw, Richard Pryor, and Faye Dunaway weren't born yet. None of the Beatles were, either. Not even Dick Cheney.

Congratulations, Grandpa and Grandma Sand, on your 67th wedding anniversary!

News from Sandland:

Picked two ice-cream pails of chokecherries and wild plums. Syrup soon.

Moving earth around for a patio on the east side of house.

Aunt Christi and Uncle Ken are visiting G & G. They are hosting a steak and salmon supper. Cousin Justin and his wife, Sarah, will be there, too.

The temperature has hovered around 90 F. this week.

Last week, neighbors Ed and Barb took Hana and me out for a spin around Lake Sakakawea on their pontoon boat. We indulged in much swimming and eating of snacks. In the evening, we witnessed a large harvest moon rising over Beulah.

Ed and Barb have a garden that Hana helps water and weed. We receive abundant veggies in return.

Hana and I bought two old blue one-speed bikes at a yard sale.

I lay on the humid prairie tonight and watched the air.

Hello from the rolling hills of Los Angeles, where the Roll Out, Cowboy producers have put me up at Days Inn for three nights. They also gave me per diem to eat three square meals a day. I dined at a spicy Korean barbecue joint tonight with my multi-talented Montana pal Marcus Herring (check out this future-funk music video he just produced: "Freak-A-Zoid Robotz").

As for viewing the feature-length (74 min.) Roll Out, Cowboy documentary yesterday, it was a mind-bender. I winced a few times, which is inevitable--it's mostly about my life and those closest to me. I also laughed a lot. It made me think. I'm proud of Elizabeth L., Elizabeth R., and Warner B. for seeing this thing through so quickly and professionally.

They will send it out to film festivals beginning next week. I hope it has a long festival run.
It's of the moment and has a generous pinch of prairie dust magic to it. It's good.

Off to Hollywood. I finally get to see the doc that's been in the works for the last two years!

South to Missouri.
North to Calgary.
Back in North Dakota Friday.

What I like best is a book that's at least funny once in a while.... What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though. - J. D. Salinger

August's western Montana Flathead River adventure:

Our excellent guide was one of my high school best friends--Alan Dolezal.


I'm about to jump into "Champagne Alley" (did a face flop).

Watched Shawn's Kenworth truck roll over 777777.7 miles as we neared Medicine Hat last Friday afternoon. Tuesday we're southbound to Missouri, and then back to Calgary with buffalo carp.

Yesterday Hana and I drove to Voight's Bay on Lake Sakakawea for a swim. Lake Sakakawea is just a 15-minute drive north, but the road in has been blocked for years. Neighbor Don Hall, who fishes there for walleye and catfish, told me it was open again.

This is great news! Used to have to drive over an hour, through Mandaree, to get to the next nearest bay.