COLUMN: THE STARE

Ten years ago, I probably would have had plenty of crazy adventures to talk about in my weekly column. A night out with a pack of friends to a bar or a trip to Vegas would usually result in some sort of shenanigans. The older I get; I'm finding more and more of my stories are taking place at the grocery store.

What was once only a necessity can often be a highlight of the day, especially when it is a small-town store. The last time I went to Wal-Mart was on a Friday afternoon in June to grab a few things while in Butte and I felt like I was packed in a sardine can and that I might have a panic...