BY LYANN OLSON
“Communication was an issue. We can’t communicate enough. We want to be good neighbors and good stewards,” stated Lee.
Road foreman for Burke County, Ken Tetrault brought up that soft spots need to be flagged; he needs notification prior to putting down dust control; and temporary approaches need to be applied for and done correctly. The approach as it is right now has no in-slopes and is very dangerous.
All parties involved agreed communication will be better if there is a next time, which hopefully there won’t be.
Tetrault shared photos of the temporary approach and fence put in by Oasis. He also had a photo of the poor drainage from the courthouse parking lot, which needs to be fixed.
The road crew has chip sealed the entire street in Larson, using eight semi loads of chips.
Tetrault reminded the commissioners about the bridge closure. Discussion was held on taking the bridge down.
Tetrault will be purchasing a trailer and pull-type packer.
Graveling has been done on County Road 7 with more to be done, starting on a couple of the grant sites. Rip rapping is also being done.
Construction is underway on Burke County 7 and dust control has been ordered.
Jeff Ebsch, Brosz Engineering, stated County Road 16 construction will be starting as planned the first week of June. The box culvert is out for bid. Gravel crushing has started for Burke Co. 7 and all the slope staking for Burke Co. 1 construction is done.
An order to abate was received by the county from the City of Bowbells for the removal of a building on Main Street. Also discussed was an old building in Portal.
The commissioners approved the purchase of the canine by Divide County for a total of $5500.
They also approved a raffle permit by Stoney Run Sportsmen.
MDU’s request to place power lines in the right-of-way was tabled to give the states attorney time to look over.
PLANNING & ZONING
Marla MacBeth reported two buildings permits have been received and approved by the Planning and Zoning Board, one for an equipment shed, the other for a cold storage shed. Both were approved by the Commission.
MacBeth also shared that two conditional use permits were approved by the Zoning Board, but a third was denied due to lack of paperwork needed. No action was taken.
The commissioners met after lunch with representatives from Ulteig to go over plans for the new addition for the courthouse and for the elevator.
Children eight and under should be supervised at all times with a caregiver available. An eight-year-old should not be left in charge of other children.
Children who are nine years old should not be left unsupervised for periods greater than two hours during the daytime. A child of this age should not be unsupervised at night and should not supervise other children.
Children who are 10 and 11 years old may be left alone for longer periods of time. However, caution is advised in leaving a child unsupervised during sleeping hours.
Children this age should not be responsible for younger children.
Children who are the age of 12 years and older may be permitted to act as baby-sitters. It is recommended that they successfully complete an approved child care training course.
Caution is advised on the number of children left in care, length of time for caregiving responsibility, factors regarding special needs of children left in care and resources available to the child providing care.
Children under 15 years of age should be attended overnight. Caution should be taken in leaving 15-17 year-olds alone overnight.
Extended absences of caregivers (such as over a weekend) are not recommended.
The ultimate responsibility for the safety, care, wellbeing and behavior of children remains with the parent or caregiver, whether they are there to personally supervise them or not.
If you have any questions regarding the supervision guidelines, contact your local social service office.
MORONIC MEMOIRS III
Ray hopped up as quickly as he went down and attempted to spin around and see who would do such a thing, but the rutabaga had hit him so hard in the right cheek that it gave him “dead leg” and he crumpled to the ground again.
Flopping and writhing around in the sandbox, amongst toys in various stages of disrepair, trying to squeeze the pain out of his right cheek with both hands he noticed the rutabaga and said though gritted teeth, “What did you hit me with?”
“It’s a rutabaga dummy…Grandma puts it in that nasty stew she makes at Christmas,” I said, as I came up for a closer look.
Close enough to where Ray could clearly see I was pompously gloating, but yet far enough away to dodge anything he might throw my way in his trademark retaliatory rage.
“Why did you hit me with it you moron!” Ray yelled, as he picked up the offending projectile and attempted to return the favor.
A big brother is fully aware that objects thrown by little brothers in fits of rage rarely hit their intended target.
The teeth clench, the muscles tighten, and accuracy and velocity both go to Helena in a hand basket.
Hobbling on one leg with one hand rubbing your rear end doesn’t help either, so I had very little concern that anything he threw my way was going to find its mark.
“Nice throw, Nancy,” I chuckled.
“Shut up! I’m gonna tell Mom!” Ray threatened.
“You better not or I’ll fart in your mouth while you’re sleeping again,” I assured him.
I could see Ray mulling that bitter pill over in his tiny little mind as he conceded defeat…for now.
A few months previously, in a possible attempt to save our souls, Mom had forced Ray and I to become altar boys at the Catholic church we attended. Obviously our new vocation had not swayed our love of fighting in any way.
Fighting was a great pleasure to us and it would take more than a threat of eternal damnation from some rickety old priest to break us of the practice.
It took everything we had to stand side by side on the altar and act civilized for an entire hour every Sunday.
You could get away with trivial things here and there like an “accidental” bump while the other was holding a candle.
Done correctly this little bump would send a searing hot cascade of wax splashing down across the tops of the torchbearer’s hands.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph that hurt but neither of us would ever give the other the satisfaction of knowing the agony they had managed to inflict…in front of God and everyone.
Ray cooled down a bit from the rutabaga bludgeoning after a bowl of Cocoa Puffs and an episode of Scooby Doo and asked, “Where’d you get that potato thingy?”
“Rutabaga, not potato, you ignoramus.”
“Whatever. Where did you get it?”
“Blanchard’s garden,” I matter-of-factly said, bored and coming down from the high of putting a hitch in Ray’s gittyup with a world class rutabaga toss.
“Are there anymore?” Ray asked.
“Of course, it’s a garden, there’s lots more. I usually just eat the peas and snag a few tomatoes to throw at the train and…” I trailed off knowing I had said too much.
Ray now had information that would be useful in getting me in trouble so I knew I had to bring him in on my garden heist gig so he wouldn’t have anything over me.
I liked to work alone but I knew he had me in a tough spot and judging by the smug look on his stupid face he knew it too.
To be continued…