I love Missoula, Montana. Passed through several years ago when my wife and daughter were biking from the Pacific Coast to the Black Hills, and I was driving behind with two miniature poodles. We stayed in a lousy hotel but had a terrific dinner.
Also, it was the home of James Crumley, the late great private eye novelist, whose last three books I edited.
We do get an actual winter, but it usually isn’t as bad as eastern Montana, where there’s a constant wind and snow drifts taller than your car.
On the other hand, there are times when the North Slope of Alaska isn’t as bad as eastern Montana.
Yeah, don’t stay in most of the places downtown, with few exceptions. I haven’t stayed at many hotels or motels in Missoula, though, because I’ve had family here my whole life I could stay with.
I’ve never heard of him. I’ll have to look him up.
THE LAST GOOD KISS (1978) is considered his best work, and one of the greatest P.I. Novels of the late 20th century. Unfortunately, that was long before my time with him.
I’m a live and let live kind of atheist. While I occasionally will try to impart a bit of wisdom if I think it will do any good, I do know that when my wisdom is unwanted, it will have the opposite affect of what was intended. Part of this comes from having a grandfather who was also an atheist, but also liked to wear tefillin because it made him feel good to do so. Who am I to question the very stuff that helps someone else manage to get through life? But yeah, when its used in a hostile way, to advertise superiority or to infringe on other people’s rights, then I’m going to push back. I have never had any problems with people’s celebrations of Ramadan (and I do know some people who do celebrate it – I may be an atheist but I do have friends who aren’t). That said, I do try to stay out of the shopping malls during the month and a half prior to Christmas because I don’t like the hostility and tensions that far too often radiates from people doing Christmas shopping. Let them have their early heart attacks. I’m staying far away from that.
You won’t see a joke from me, puerile or otherwise. I *love *Ramadan! Here in Brooklyn, alternate side of the street parking rules are suspended on Eid-al-Fitr.
Look, it’s hard to coordinate attacks on a holy month that moves around relative to the civil year. Call us some year it hapens in January when a large part of this group is housebound in the freezing darkness.
It will cleanse you deeply. You will be ready to contemplate the state of your soul.