Today is one of the smokiest days I’ve seen during my nine years as a Missoulian. In fact, I’d go so far as to assert that today is among the smokiest days I’ve seen in my twenty-seven years as a Montanan (unless you count the big fire in Yellowstone in ’88 which I...
My life as a Griz began on a cold February night in 1985. That night my mom, a former Griz track and cross country athlete, told my dad to start the car and drive the forty-some miles from St. Ignatius to Missoula so she could have me in the comfort of Community...
