On a local scale, there was a terrible explosion and fire in Downtown Bozeman. The City made national news with what we refer to as “Password-Gate.” And the Teamsters Union Members, after six months without a contract, blinked in the harsh reality of a recession and continued to appear at work as usual.
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I was ten months old when I was diagnosed. After my second round in traction for femur fractures, the doctor advised my parents to take me home but try not to get too attached. A person with brittle bones disease, osteogenesis imperfecta, OI, can look like every other person or they can present as extremely small, distorted and very disabled. It really has no rhyme or reason. It is a collagen disorder and can appear in a family seemingly at random. Once in a while, a group of pedestrians will stop and point, smile and laugh out loud. Yesterday, I left the gym, and at the first stop light while waiting for the other drivers to turn left on red, a policeman in a marked car was checking me out. Not, me, my car, I’m not that cool. The next intersection the same thing happened, then a third cop drove by me, I was anxious to get home, like home is a sort of base and whatever is going on will end when I open my front door. I do not break traffic laws or any laws in general, I claim all of my income on my taxes and never turn right on a red light, much to the distain of the guy behind me who wanted a jump on the next light. I don’t murder, blackmail, shoplift, sell my prescription drugs, or aim guns at passers-by and don’t want to be pulled over and have to assert my innocence. |
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