The Hubba’s House Podcast Program is back in the saddle!

This is a very dirty story…

Every year, I become involved, largely by accident, in some enormous social or political undertaking.  In ‘06 it was the Wasta Centennial Celebration and my brother Al’s wedding dance.  In ‘07, it was the MCARE Committee, which successfuly defeated the school district’s bloated spending plan (I managed to accidentally become the Chairman of that one.)  And this year, in addition to being involved in brother Nick’s bid for state senate, it’s the Ft. Pierre to Deadwood Trailride Committee, which I am becoming more and more excited about.

Most of these projects are actually cast-offs from my overbooked dad.  But I really like the accidental nature of my involvement, because then I can attribute my association Continue Reading

Paula and I performed at WallStock on Saturday night as planned.

I know that I am a terrible guitar player, and I’ve always thought that my singing was, at best, something people would forgive me for.  I’m a songwriter of sorts, but I refuse to believe that I’m any good at that either.

But I do take pride in doing the best I can, and I had worked out a little “show” in my mind for the event.  When I got on the stage following the delightful Continue Reading

After last weekend’s snowstorm, Elm Springs received some form of moisture every day until Thursday afternoon. The final total was somewhere around an inch and a quarter of precipitation, and the kind citizens breathed a huge sigh of relief.

As a testament to how dry it is, by Sunday, vehicles were once again kicking up dust around Elm Springs.

On an absolutely glorious Sunday afternoon, the Elm Springs Church was filled to capacity as Alyssa June Scott Continue Reading

This week’s issue of the Pennington County Courant featured a lengthy front-page article about WHS Senior Amanda Johnson’s senior project.

For her senior project, Ms. Johnson drafted a medical emergency plan for the city of Wall, should the city be struck with a pandemic illness.  Her plan, which took over 300 hours of her time, was so comprehensive and so professional, that it has now been adopted by local government as the official plan in the event of such an emergency.

Pandemic illnesses are nothing to laugh or, ahem, sneeze at.  I hope and pray that Ms. Johnson’s plan never has to be employed.  Further, and for what it’s worth (I don’t know Amanda very well) we should all feel privileged to know someone with the compassion and self-sacrifice to turn her senior project into something that practical, helpful, and beautiful.  Amanda, I’m very glad that the county recognized your efforts.

All of the above noble sentiments did not stop me from finding amusement in the plan, and as my hero G.K. Chesterton says, “funny is the opposite of not funny, and of nothing else,” meaning, I think that it’s ok to laugh at serious stuff.  I can only hope that Ms. Johnson does not take offense to the following-

In the article, there was an inset box listing the classes of people prioritized for vaccinations against whatever bugaboo comes down the pike.  There were twenty-one classes of people, and their order for the most part made sense; medical personnel first, persons at or over 65 years of age with one or more serious medical conditions second, etc., etc.  But in twentieth place, only beating out “Angry White Protestant Males” in order of importance, were “Funeral Directors.”

I guess at that point, it really wouldn’t matter much…