Memorial Day, Missoula 2008

Posted in musings on May 26th, 2008 by admin

Saroff\'s bench.

Mt. Jumbo is covered with blossoming Arrow Leaf Balsam Root. This evening I walked up the the bench that I have tied to a tree in my back yard.
Summer is starting, and after six months without greenery, I am ready for the coming six months. I have to have some more parties to get people over here again. It has been several years since I stopped having large parties. The house where I live now is perfect for having people over, but there is a lot of peace in just living and doing things with Liza and my two kids. I do miss the wildness of those Lolo street parties…. fireworks and laughter and stories…

The bench is about 40 feet above my back yard, and going up there lets me see out across the Rattlesnake and into downtown. The bench is a good place to sit with friends and drink… Liza and I go up there often. We were yesterday evening, right after dark, drinking mead. Jonothan Qualben and I sat up there last fall and drank a bottle of Grey Goose; we got so drunk it was hard to walk down, and that prompted to me to finish building the steps — four stories of steps. I’ve sat at the bench with Wolf. Also with Liza and Monique. Its a good place.

This evening there were several deer up there, and I took their picture.
Deer in Saroff\'s Back Yard

Remembering OXO

Posted in friends, musings on May 26th, 2008 by admin

Bob Corbett (OXO) Butte, Montana


I am officially starting my Blog today - May 26th 2008. This will be a collection of present and past posts. Some literary fiction. Some reminiscent fact. Going through photographs, I have found quite a few of my friend Bob Corbet, who passed away last winter. Click HERE for a gallery of photos of OxO, most from 1993. Click Here for George Everett’s remincense of Bob Corbett.

Who is Steve Saroff

Posted in Uncategorized on May 18th, 2008 by admin

This is a photo of me, Steve Saroff, when I was 20 years old. I am a lot older now, but I seem to be forever stuck at this age: wandering, just back from several months of working in the oil fields of Eastern Montana, no idea of where I would go. No connections, no home, no plan… vast changes.