Sherman Cahill

There, as the train wound through the mountains and wilds of Montana on its way to Chicago, thirsty travelers could drink in the view. And, of course, the booze. 

Though none of us are golfers we still had a lot of fun in the simulator bays, loaded up with golf clubs, baseball bats, footballs, soccer balls, and, of course, golf balls. Naturally, we bought some goodies from the pro shop's bar - a wine for my better half, a beer for me, a couple of soda pops for the kiddos, and some beef jerky and chips.

Before they set out, Lewis and Clark received unofficial orders, a secret mission, if you will: find a living mastodon out there in the uncharted wildlands of the Louisiana Purchase.

Suddenly and without explanation, he discovered a solitary elk steak on the hallway floor. Then another here. Another couple there. It was 6 or 8 elk steaks all told, and Lee still can't figure out who, or what, is responsible for moving them.

You already know the story: thousands of immigrants, arriving at Ellis Island, carrying signs bearing the name of their intended destination. They read, not "Butte, Montana," but "Butte, America." Because Montana, one of the biggest states in the Union, was too small to contain the legend of the Mining City.