Craig's Blog

I love people in North Dakota. Every time I fly to Bismarck, life seems to get simple all of a sudden. The largest event center is the Ramkota Inn, which I bet money on, is the only place in America you can get a Rueben delivered to your room for under $10, including a drink and service charge.

All of a sudden I feel like time slows down a bit. The snow, the cold, the slowness of winter. The meeting planner, someone that within 60 seconds you’ve got them pegged….genuine. The audience, taking their time to sit down, enjoying the conversation with a friend, no need for the double shot, latte vintee with caramel…just the regular Ramkota black, right from the large silver bin. Mostly Farmers and Ranchers, with calluses that go back decades. Faces looking relaxed, quite a contrast from the real estate group from Chicago.

There wasn’t a frenzy of posturing, they were polite, but not so to look good or in a people pleasing way, polite because that’s what seems normal. But most of all there was such a sense of humbleness, not in a shy introverted way, in a way that seemed to say, we’re all in this together, life is about helping others, working hard, and appreciating each day. Last night I had a chance to hear some stories from a handful of ranchers about life, about love, about loss. Today I looked out in the audience and only wished I could hear all the other stories, from all 300 of them.

Maybe next time.