October of 1978 found my ex (we were shacking up for a few years after divorce to see if we could patch it up) heading for northwestern Montana from Hawaii.  My sis, Vickie (yuppers, the truck driving land mate of today), and her family lived in Missoula. She was willing to give us a place to stay while we got our feet on the ground.  And we jumped…right into the basement of her place, no furniture and only the bags we packed from Hawaii…lounging on the floor and walls just like the cockroaches we had left behind in Hawaii.  We had no money and nowhere to go. Continue reading I got a JOB! The Montana Daze →