A busy week at Mt. Rushmore. We always see a fair number of tourists this time of year, but on Tuesday, we also had the pleasure of hosting three impressive gentlemen from the Base Realignment and Closure Commission. They were here for libations as part of their visit to tbe Ellsworth Air Force Base.
Naturally, I’ll always think of it as the Rapid City Army Air Base because that’s what it was originally called. And I have a hard time getting used to those slick B-1 Bombers. The Rapid City Army Air Base was home to B-17s a year after history books will tell you that I expired in 1941. Sonuvabitches who flew those B-17s used to love to fly close to Mt. Rushmore while my son and his crew were finishing the work I started. They thought it was great sport, but it put my men in danger.
People might be surprised to see that I have a blog. I am a big fan of the internet because I think it finally allows a man the resources he needs to create the kind of art work that he finds fulfilling. For the last year, my creative energy has been devoted to writing. I wore myself out turning a mountain into a national treasure. Now, it feels good to just sit behind a keyboard and pontificate.
