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Police Incident
Story from Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,
Mel Kuhn has a good friend, Duane Gourneau, who was once the city
cop in Dunseith. I think it was around 1968 that he came from police
training and started in. He was, and still is, a very pleasant and
respectable individual and is now a counselor and a good one. One
evening back in his Dunseith days he and another guy were on duty and I
saw them stop to pick up a very big intoxicated guy who was walking near
the lumber yard on Main Street. He was a huge guy and out weighed Duane
by a hundred pounds or more. They didn’t have any trouble getting him
in the cop car and drove off for the old jail. I was just cruising Main
anyway so I drove over by the jail to see what would happen when they
got there. They pulled up and got out and Duane opened the back door.
The big guy came out like a mad bull and grabbed Duane by the throat and
lifted him off the ground. The other so called cop just stood on the
other side of the car and jumped around instead of coming to Duane’s
aid. It hit me that Duane needed help and I jumped out of my car to do
whatever I could to help him. It took a second or two for Duane’s
training to kick in and before I could get across the street, he did a
neat maneuver. He forced his arms up between the guys hands to pop them
off his throat and in one stroke he grabbed the big guy’s head and
brought his own knee up under the guy’s chin—lights out. The other
cop then came around the car and grabbed the unconscious thug and
dragged him over to the jail door as if he had done something to
assist. I gained a lot of respect for Duane and lost all respect for
his partner that night in ’68. Just another old memory from old
Dunseith. Thanks Gary!
Dick
Olympic Peninsula of NW Washington state
Message from Trish Larson Wild (73): Fort Collins, CO.
Hi Gary,
Hello from the Olympic Peninsula of NW Washington state. I have been visiting friends from Minot and Fargo that live near Sequim now. We have had grrat weather (which is unusual here) and had a great pack trip into the Olympic National Park. Saw bear, elk, and a lot of deer. Ate fresh salmon and oysters but no dungeness crab as the season is over. What a beautiful place, and I’m told a favorite retirement haven for folks from ND. More photos and stories on my blog for anyone interested.
http://trishwild.blogspot.com/
Heading south to Oregon tomorrow. Almost time to go back to work for the winter….I have been on the road for 14 months now, and love the lifestyle. Will continue again in the spring.
Not over yet though, plan to have birthday celebration in the redwoods of CA and attend a Halloween party on a Ghost Ship in San Francisco’s Treasure Island.
All is well. Everyone in the herd is happy and healthy with Moonlight’s hooves almost 100%. Ride on!
Trish Larson Wild 73
Joke of the day
Posted by Larry Hackman (66): Bismarck, ND
Four old retired guys are walking down a street in The Villages, Florida. They turned a corner and see a sign that says, ‘Old Timers Bar – all drinks 10 cents. They look at each other, and then go in, thinking this Is too good to be true. The old bartender says in a voice that carries across the room, ‘Come on in and let me pour one for you!
What’ll it be, Gentlemen?’
There seemed to be a fully-stocked bar, so each of the men ask for a martini. In short order, the bartender Serves up four iced martinis. Shaken, not stirred, and says, ‘That’ll be 10 cents each, please.’
The four men stare at the bartender for a moment. Then look at each other they can’t believe their good luck. They pay the 40 cents, finish their martinis, and order another round. Again, four excellent martinis are produced with the bartender again saying, ‘That’s 40 cents, please.’ They pay the 40 cents, but their curiosity is more than they can stand. They have each had two martinis and so far they’ve spent less than a dollar. Finally one of the men says, ‘How can you afford to serve martinis as good as these for a dime a piece?’
‘I’m a retired tailor from Boston,’ the bartender said, ‘and I always wanted to own a bar. Last year I hit the Lottery for $25 million and decided to open this place. Every drink costs a dime – wine, liquor, beer, it’s all the same.’
Wow!!!! That’s quite a story,’ says one of the men. The four of them sipped at their martinis and couldn’t help but notice seven other people at the end of the bar who didn’t have drinks in front of them, and hadn’t ordered anything the whole time they were there. One man gestures at the seven at the end of the bar without drinks and asks the bartender, ‘What’s with them?’
The bartender says, ‘Oh, they’re all old retired farts from North Dakota, waiting for happy hour when drinks are half price.’
