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| MORNING SUNSHINE; NICE WHILE IT LASTED |
We went to Dalou’s in Washburn for pizza last night. They were mobbed and we never got served until about eight-thirty. But it was well worth the wait. They have the only wood-fired pizza oven around.
Overheard at Maggie’s the other night: several older guys at the next table, who looked as though they should be retired, were excitedly discussing the possibility of going to North Dakota to drive trucks in the burgeoning oil and gas fields. North Dakota is booming. They probably need the money, but even more than that they could use the excitement. Their talk even got my own blood flowing. Reminded me of the days of the Alaska pipeline and many of us then young guys talking about heading there. Some went and made (and spent) a lot of money. North Dakota is not anywhere near as far. Probably as cold, though.
A glimmer of hope: maybe, just maybe, Congress will out-maneuver the Obama Administration and get the Keystone Canadian oil sands pipeline project started. That would really get the economy and those old timers at Maggie’s stimulated, but more importantly it would energize the young folks who are being short changed in these totally unnecessary hard times. The youngsters caught up in the various phony “Occupy” movements would be far better off to pack their bags and head to North Dakota than to listen to their left-wing college professors and the various “community organizers.” I can't imagine young people wasting their youth in that way.
Seen in town: Phil, a licensed ocean ship captain, who worked in the Gulf tending oil drilling rigs until most of them picked up and moved to the African coast when the Obama administration stopped oil exploration and drilling after the BP spill (and the huge rigs aren’t coming back any time soon). His company flew him back for the Holidays, all expenses paid. He would rather be closer to hearth and home, but one has to go where the work is, when it is.
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