Thanksgiving in South Dakota was fun as ever. I'll post pics soon.

In Toronto, yesterday.


Back in Dunn Center today.

Spearfish tomorrow, for Thanksgiving.

On the road again!

Eastbound.

Mom (Mary) has three sisters, all saints: Agnes, Theresa, and Bryher.

That's right, St. Bryher of the Basin Bordello! She's in the official Book of Saints, I'm pretty sure.

A revolutionary, as well.

Mom has five brothers: George, John, Thomas (Tom), James (Jim), and Martin (Marty). It dawned on me tonight that the first four U.S. presidents, each sons of the American Revolution, had the same names.

The eighth POTUS, born six years after the Revolution, was Martin Van Buren.

My pal Jeff Morrow, the Niarada saddle maker whose fiftieth birthday party I performed at this summer, just returned from a bighorn ram hunting trip. The odds of drawing a tag are extremely rare, so he made the most of it by camping and hunting for ten whole days. He sent dozens of pics. In sum: shelter, bedding, alcohol, terrain, brother ram.

Click on the top right photo and you'll see my pillow cases are gettin' around!

'Twas over six years ago when I discovered Blogger and started this web journal. Since then I've posted close to 1,500 entries. Occasionally someone will tell me they appreciate my online perspectives. Today a good fellow wrote this in his blog:

"Reading through [Sandman's] archives, I was touched and inspired by his way of life, his recounting of various experiences, and how his journal is an integral part of his unique artistry."

Thanks for mentioning it, Robert! I see blogging as a patient person's way to write an autobiography. A disciplined hobby for writers and backwoods philosophers. Sometimes though, I think I'd be better off lifting weights.

My first cowboy poems (1985).

Did my best to escape Montana in my late teens and twenties. Now I pine for those steep mountains and clear rivers. The thick alfalfa. The lakes. The grizzly bears. The farms.

North Dakota is more peaceful, though. North Dakota is now home.

I've been contacted twice in the last two days for permission to use songs. The first inquiry was from a California company that's creating an uptempo dog-walking compilation CD for "younger suburban females." The second was from an Oregon agency about music for an ad promoting an 80-year-old Portland Western-wear store.

The payout for each could be $500. I could use the income. Spent $400 in Bismarck yesterday: storm door, various house lights, heater parts, and so on.

Another thing I got in Bismarck was a life-sized cardboard cut-out of Marilyn Monroe, purchased at the Seeds of Hope second-hand store for five bucks. She's gazing out my kitchen window right now.

Spent all day in Bismarck.

Top three fave songs, currently:

1. Ride Like the Wind (1979) Christopher Cross

2. I Keep Forgetting (1982) Michael McDonald

3. Soul Sista (2001) Bilal

Interior house pics:


Left: Kitchen seen from living room.
Right: Living room seen from kitchen.

Vladimir and Estragon wait for Godot.

The long-haul fish trucking business has been slow all autumn. I've gone from five runs per month last winter and spring (approx. $3000/month gross) to two runs per month (approx. $1200/month gross). My own private recession.

Fortunately, the monthly mortgage is only $55. Cell phone $50. Car insurance $40. Internet and house telephone $70. Other utilities $80. Food $120. I don't have health insurance, child support bills, pets, credit card debt, or expensive habits. I don't drive my car much.

I spend money mostly on (1) music related projects: recording, manufacturing, promotion, and distribution of songs, and (2) house improvement.

With $1500 in the bank and scant trucking opportunities, I won't have enough cash to continue paying bills and travel to South America this winter. Instead, I'll tour the southern U.S. in January and February and peddle wares and services.

I am pleased to report that digital downloads are picking up.

Life is groovy. It's been good working with Dad on my house. The washer and dryer are reinstalled. The trim boards are stripped, stained, and varnished. The living room is painted. The bead board is up in the bathroom. The porch is done, except for the steps. Various landscaping projects are complete.

This free time also allows space to cook quality meals, research history on the web, and visit kin. Today I walked to Dunn Center City Hall and played pinochle for three hours with a group of thirty friends, senior citizens all. Neighbor Alice sent me home with a ham, lettuce, and cheese sandwich and some coconut caramel cake.

Happy 40th, Dale!
The pic is from a hot air balloon. Dale's sister and her husband treated him to a brisk ride yesterday as a birthday present.

Dale is a friend who lives west of Killdeer. He's president of Preservation North Dakota. Like the buildings he saves, he's an ND state treasure.

FYI, Dale is having major health problems. He needs a new kidney and liver immediately. He's spent much of his autumn at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN. Send prayers if you can. Money works, too.

A wood stove. Beeswax candles. Wool blankets. A good book. Cinnamon and sugar on toast. These are a few of my favorite November things.

Feels like Christmas in Dunn County. I drove 35 m.p.h. through blizzard snow on a ribbon of ice to watch the Broncos/Browns game at Shawn's shop.

A long time coming . . .

My genius friend Nikki McClure made this poster and gave away 10,000 prints to whomever wanted one.

If Obama truly is a socialist, as he's being painted by the McCain camp lately, why is he getting so many endorsements from famous capitalists and American entrepreneurs, such as Warren Buffet, Hulk Hogan, Doyle Brunson, Ken Adelman, Ralph Stanley, Ron Reagan, Colin Powell, Martha Stewart, Faith Hill, Michael Jordan, etc.?

Checkmate Obama.

Ok, just "check." I have dozens of friends on both the right and left side of the political spectrum who won't be voting for him on Tuesday. Some of the lefties think he's an Illuminati puppet or not progressive enough. Some of the righties think he's the Anti-Christ or a commie.

I think they're crazy.

"Go Bama Go!": The Video

To watch with higher video resolution go here, and click "watch in high quality."

I wrote half the lyrics four years ago, and the other half last winter. I collaborated with Willie Wisely and Ryan Perez-Daple on the music. Brian Castillo and Elizabeth Hummel made the video. Thanks all!

The horse's name is Shorty, by the way. He's one of Grandpa's. There's no tellin' if Shorty's a Democrat, Republican, or other. Probably other.

Note that the "dear old mother" picture is of Grandma Sand, not Mama Sand. Brian wanted the mother image to be of someone in her golden years, not middle-aged. And although Grandma is an Obama supporter, it may not be true that she has a crush on him like Mom does.

Trick or . . . say what?

The gentleman on the left is the late Pope John Paul II. The gentleman on the right is the former me, aka "SandPan." If you look closely you'll notice we have the same hairdo as well as similar egg-shaped skulls. I found this on the web--someone used Photoshop and my mohawk to enter a "Hair Don'ts" competition on Worth 1000. They got 6th place.

(Spooky, right?)

Happy Halloween!

For supper tonight, I'll eat elk meat and beets. The beets are from the garden of my neighbor to the south, Alice, who gave me carrots and beets for patching her roof.

My neighbor to the east, Vivian, brought over chocolate chip cookies, coffee, and a jar of juice today. We had a picnic on the grass.

Neighbor Ed, to the west, lent his skid steer for pushing dirt this week.

Wouldn't you like to live in a neighborhood like this?

You can!

There's a small pink house just down the block that will soon be for sale or rent. It has a spacious yard for a flower garden and croquet course. Sale price would be around $15,000.

1. The Philadelphia Phillies won the World Series.

2. The weather was nice today: 73 degrees.

3. Anthony Hamilton.

I'm back! Big thanks to Michele at Custom Data in Dickinson for fixing my Blogger link, which has been broken for two weeks. It's great to have her help available.


Please notice the new merchandise page, where you can now download Sandman CDs or order them the old-fashioned way. All my CDs are included, plus a 1997 cassette tape, Like a Dog (formerly stardust).


The page has an "other merch" button, too, which links to buttons, pillow cases, and--check this out-- ring tones! Just one so far: "Go Bama Go."

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I'm off for a bunch of fish truckin', with the farthest point away being Toronto.

Until this weekend . . .

This is my house, circa 1956.

That's Pauline Weber out front. She had a green thumb, I'm told.