Only in Montana

So there I was on Sunday, taking a lunch break at Taco Bell, minding my own business. Suddenly, this tall, two fingered fat guy with a flattop walks in, orders a couple of burritos and sits next to me. I immediatly recognize him as our new U.S. Senator, John Tester. We talked about the Griz game the day before (a victory over Southern Illinois, sorry Petra) and shot the breeze about organic farming (of which he is a practicioner). He plays the trumpet so we discussed some of the finer trumpet music out there, from Miles Davis' Sketches of Spain to Mahler's Symphony Number Five. Though in agreement there, he didn't have the same appreciation of the Berlioz Requiem as I do.

You gotta dig a state where you can shoot the breeze with your U.S. Senator without a host of other folk around. He's given us all hope that he won't be done in by the system or the party (he accepted no money from the federal DNC), but I give him one year tops. Then he'll be into it up to his armpits like his predecessor, Conrad Burns and his fellow Democrat, Max Baucus.