Ugly Moose AK’s “WISDOM OF THE DONUT HOLE” PODCAST Episode 1; Part 1: Who is this guy Ron Walden?

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Ugly Moose AK’s WISDOM OF THE DONUT HOLE” PODCAST“

Episode 1: Who is this guy Ron Walden and Where Did He Come From? © Ugly Moose AK

Welcome to Episode 1 of The Wisdom of the Donut Hole, digging into backdrops, characters and plots of more than a dozen books from Ron Walden: Author of True to Life Alaska Crime & Other Alaska Stories. I’m your host, Scott Walden, and this is The Wisdom of the Donut Hole… Episode 1:

“SO, WHO IS THIS GUY RON WALDEN AND WHERE DID HE COME FROM?”

Quite a name for Blog and Podcast efforts by a guy trying to get you to read his books! Ron is a Luddite that loves donuts, friends, coffee and amazing almost-true stories. Luddite is a real word…Google it. Pretty sure Ron’s picture is there…chiseled onto a stone tablet.

In his life, the Wisdom of the Donut Hole has meant choosing to dwell on failure and sadness or pursuing success and happiness. Be aware of it all but Always pay more attention to the important stuff. Wish if you want, appreciate what you have.

There was a little bakery in Soldotna, Alaska called “The Moose Is Loose”. A few retired State Public Safety “workers” met there most days around 9a.m. for coffee, pastries, talk of yesterdays and of course, politics. This group represented about $20 in bakery business in any given month. Less, when you subtract the business they ran off and free coffee they drank. Considering the bakery could sell a thousand or more apple fritters per day in tourist season, this group was allowed in mainly because return tourists looked for them there.

Like sideshow attractions dispensing loud laughs and light insults, crowds loved to look at them, in an amazed sort of way.

One summer morning, four tourists between 80 and 90 years old dropped in having heard of the Bakery’s amazing pastries and sought after souvenirs. The group wore “Georgia Tech” sweatshirts and they sat one table away from the book characters.

Most mornings, Ron would chat with tourists, fil coffee cups and answer questions about the area with help from his retired squad. He never failed to come up with new ways to break the ice.

In this case, Ron simply said “Georgia Tech, huh?” They smiled, each one shook hands with Ron and proudly said yes, they loved that school. Ron then asked, “So, when do you think you’ll graduate?”

After an awkward silence, they laughed and asked questions about the area. He bought ‘em fritters and they bought a couple books. They returned the next couple days to sit with the old group of guys and enjoyed more laughs. They were missed the next summer The Donut Hole guys hoped they were OK. They never did return.

Locals and tourists alike dropped in each summer to see if Ron had a new book available. A tourist once asked Annie, the bakery’s elf-sized crowd control and cussing police: “Who or what is that group back there?” To prevent Annie from misleading visitors, the reply was from Ron’s son refilling his cup at the Bunn. “Ma’am, that little group represents 150 to 200 years of wasted State time, nothing more.”

He turned away, returning to the table while Annie confirmed, “Yep, that’s true” then hurried off to organize the long line of customers snaking from the counter to the sidewalk outside and around the building.

The constants most days were donuts, stories and jokes. Fertile ground for fiction told as truth. In rare quiet moments, with a pause in loud talk and laughter, you might catch one of the old fellas gazing into his donut’s unimportant part, look up, grin and begin a play-by-play often starting: “Remember when old so-and-so….” Yada, Yada, Yada. Each of the old fellas interjected, spinning a simple “Old Days” story into a new yarn.

Ron listened, his mind doing mental gymnastics. Letters swirled around his frontal lobe like tickertape.

Cessation of rapid eye movement meant letters had meshed and fallen onto his mental Scrabble tile-holder. With proper embellishment, real sites woven in and characters fashioned, Luddite Ron would sit in front of his archenemy:

The 64-bit green-screen MS-DOS PC shaped like ET’s head, if it were a cream color...What looked like a 1928 Remington typewriter wire-nutted to a phone cord linked to the PC…A dot-matrix printer loaded to full capacity with 3 sheets of stiff, pulpy paper, Paper that made noises of wobbling sheet metal when pulled from the printer.

Yet, a year later in early Fall…SHAZAAM! In spite of all that technology, he’d release a new book!

Proofreaders and school teachers were often amazed at how few pictures were inside. They never dreamed they’d see so many multi-syllable words arranged in such coherent sentences from Ron.

Strung together they made fine paragraphs that piled up, finally spilling a complete story out the other side.

The Donut Hole guys swore every story they told was true...Or at least could be. In that brief moment of losing site of the donut, focusing on the unimportance of the hole, stories became as they could have been…if only the storyteller had been in charge. As comedian Judy Tenuta often said after telling a whopper of a story.. “It could happen.” The stories and storytellers would become seeds for plots in books by Alaska’s very own Author of True to Life Crime and other Alaska Stories… Ron Walden.

Since 1996, the Wisdom of the Donut Hole has helped Ron create an impressive list of novels starring a round-table of retired donut eating, crime fighting, mystery solving, wildlife engaging good guys in amazing and real Alaska locales. Here’s the list of Ron’s novels as of 2023:

“Cinch Knot”

Pigs, Politics & Petroleum; the Multinational Plot to Nuke the Trans-Alaska Pipeline

“Devil’s Heart”

Native American Lore and Modern Police Work

“Ice Blue Eyes”

An Alaskan Story of Greed, Life and Revenge

“Blue Sky and Green Grass”

Murder, Money Laundering and Winter Farming in Alaska

“Poacher’s Paradise”

An Alaska Wildlife Trooper Novel

“Easy Come Easy Go”

Alaska Gold Fever

“Brothers of the Badge”

Alaska State Troopers, FBI Agents and US Marshals Probe an Informant’s Death

“The Penny Files”

Alaska State Troopers: Unfinished Business

“Getting Even”

What Goes Around in Alaska, Comes Around in Florida

“Wyatt Earp V”

Alaska Bush Guardian

“Alaska Fish Wars”

Nobody Wins

“Flying Blind”

Alaska Adventure and International Intrigue

“Alaska State Troopers: Geezer Squad”

And Now,

“The Fishing Hole” An Alaska Bear Tale

All are self-published by a small staff through “Ugly Moose Alaska Publishing” at its World Headquarters in Soldotna, Alaska with lots of help from Ingram Spark in printing and distribution.

Find Ron's books everywhere books are sold, including your favorite book stores and on-line. Coming soon: E-Books, Larger Print versions and yes, even Audio Books as soon as that Ugly Moose finishes its donut and acting lessons. The RonWalden.com website is still alive. It’s being updated and revised slowly but surely, like those donut shop stories. Soon you’ll be able to contact Ron and even order his books there.

“So, Who is this guy Ron Walden, and where did he come from?”

Well, it was a 1700s vintage motto, later printed on every box of Mayflower Donuts from the 1930’s through the 1970’s. It was used in political campaigns including FDR’s, to encourage choosing optimism over pessimism.

Ron obviously enjoys the 1929 version rewritten by a restaurant in Charleston, West Virginia targeting their audience of coffee drinkers who often ate doughnuts called sinkers. It was good for business.

It’s possible Ron even saw the poem written on cartons of candy, eggs or goods he delivered across North Idaho, Western Montana and Washington as a young man. In Ron’s life, this little poem encouraged appreciation for what you have. The motto that influenced Ron, sold donuts, coffee, posters and even helped elect presidents goes like this:

As you ramble through Life, Brother,

Whatever be your goal.

Keep your eye upon the doughnut,

And not upon the hole.

Born in the fall of 1934, Ron Walden was raised in north Idaho between Coeur D’Alene and the Montana border in the mining community of Kellogg, in Idaho’s famous Silver Valley. His family owned a Mom-and-Pop grocery on busy Cameron Avenue. For decades it served the community well and with sincerity.

Christmas was an event. Every year a tall evergreen tree is hauled in by a logging truck and placed in a hole in the parking lot, created years before specifically for this annual event. An ornate leather and wood chair was created for the Jolly Man. It was carefully stored every year until the week before Christmas, just for this pre-Christmas event. Thousands of mini candy canes were arranged in baskets for elves to distribute to the lines of kids that would arrive every evening the week preceding Christmas. Just to spend a minute with Santa in his ornate chair. Young ladies and young men from around town were Santa’s Helpers. Dressed in their finest Christmas dresses and fur-collared coats, sweaters and boots they helped keep lines moving and kids entertained.

It was nice to see kids so excited, polite and hopeful they’d get their dream gifts on Christmas. Walden’s Grocery was Santa’s place. The community inhabited it in mass every year.

Every year that is, until Interstate 90 opened in 1963 or so and a supermarket set up shop across the street.

Not long after that Walden’s Grocery began to struggle like other Mom-and-Pop stores.

The family that built the supermarket were truly nice folks. There was no malice in site selection, just a good location at a fair price.

Within a few years, with some Walden family deaths and closing of mining businesses, the Valley’s economy diminished along with miner’s paychecks.

The supermarket offered savings through mass purchasing, parking convenience, even a State liquor store on its lot. And they made a point of being small-town proud. Before that, there were a few other small groceries uptown and near the hillside.

Cameron Avenue was essentially part of what would become Interstate 90, spanning from Boston to Seattle. The sole traffic light on the entire route was at the curves through the small mining town of Wallace, Idaho about 10 miles northeast toward the Montana border.

Wallace remains the County Seat to this day, having replaced the boomtown mining days when the County Seat was in Murray, Idaho, sometimes called Murrayville, about 40 miles up the Coeur D’ Alene River to the Northwest. Murray was the site of the first gold find and mining boom in the area.

Wallace kept most of Murray’s vices for many years including gambling, after-hours bars, tobacco shops and card houses. And yes even the Oasis, Luxe Rooms and other Red-Light Houses remained until the early 1990s. Some were actually connected to the public safety building through a shared door.

Locked on both sides, the door connected to living quarters and was used strictly for health checks, pinocle penny-a-point card game nights and firemen selling raffle tickets, of course. The Madam would buy ‘em all, give ‘em back and tell the firemen to sell ‘em again. The big heart stories are true. The back stairs were for customers and deliveries of groceries, candy and eggs.

Murray too, had businesses providing gambling, alcohol, tobacco, sundries and of course, cathouses. The town had been home to kind-hearted prostitutes with colorful names. Like Molly B’Damn (s.n.#6) (either a play on “molyb-denum”, a mineral mined nearby… Or the misunderstood, heavily accented Irish brogue pronunciation of her actual surname: Burdan).

Unique, transient visitors included a couple of the Earp boys, Jim and Wyatt and others trying to make some cash. Like a couple businessmen that grubstaked an old prospector named Noah Kellogg. More on Noah Kellogg later.

Most of these places were on Ron’s candy and egg delivery route between Kellogg and small towns over Lookout Pass in Montana. Superior, St. Regis and other tiny stops at bars or cafés kept him in coins, supported his business and supplemented the family’s grocery store revenue.

A block west, across the street from Walden’s Grocery was the Sunshine Inn, once the nicest motel/bar and restaurant within 50 miles. A block east of the store, at the intersection with Hill Street was the Standard Oil service station run by a local family named Cassidy. That station was across the street, about a block east of a couple competitors, including a Texaco station, Firestone and what would become Union 76.

Further down the street was the Sunnyside Grade school, a large brick building behind the large Rena movie theater. Across the street from those facilities was Wellman Brothers Chevrolet and Oldsmobile showrooms and garages. In the 1960’s, Wellman’s often brought one or two show cars and drivers to town. Maybe the Rat Fink Hotrod, a famous race car and driver or even a hydroplane race boat.

Hard to sit in school across the street knowing they were just a half block away. When school let out, the walk home took a lot longer.

Today, one of the nation’s (maybe the world’s) largest auto dealers, Dave Smith Motors, occupies those spaces and most lots in town, and on through Coeur D’Alene selling Dodge, Chevy, GM, Massarotti and other exotics.

Uptown was literally across the tracks and across the Coeur D’Alene River, Also known as the “Lead Creek”. Just a minute or two away, uptown was anchored by mercantile, car sales, jewelry stores, hotels and department stores that included Hutton’s and JC Penny.

Uptown was a patchwork of local bars, cafes, rooming houses, a YMCA with a pool, bowling alley, gym and TV/reading room, mining and assay offices, railroad offices, union halls and schools, City Hall, Police and Fire Departments, a telephone exchange, newspaper office, a high school and affluent neighborhoods. The town of Wardner, where Noah Kellogg’s story explodes in an episode to be aired soon, is just beyond Kellogg’s uptown area in Milo Gulch, a half mile away.

Wasn’t unusual to see hand-painted sandwich boards on street corners near each service station on Cameron Avenue, near Walden’s Grocery. The signs touted a station’s prices as being lower than the guys across the street. They all pointed at each other. A large “X” through a price could be replaced with a fresh painted price through the day as their “Price Wars” raged.

Sometimes prices jumped to an outrageous sum near 30-cents on every corner, usually during high traffic times when tourists and freight trucks drove through town. Sometimes prices dropped to between 13 and 25-cents, usually during shift changes as miners were heading to or from work. A much-appreciated local touch a couple times a month between paydays. Help during hard times.

Often, prices were the same through the day, hovering around 25-cents. A thickly painted “X” could make it seem prices had been lowered from previous postings several times that day.

Service stations actually provided service. Most of the time an attendant in full uniform would help you.

They’d check oil and tire pressure, water levels, headlights and clean windows and hub caps all around.

Younger listeners may need to Google “hub cap”. They changed fan belts when needed and did major repairs at reasonable costs. They may even slide a fun decoration like a foam ball onto the antenna if you bought enough gas.

The stations were father-son gathering points. Young and old gathered around the wood stoves.. Yes, there were wood stoves in gas stations...They’d talk about big white tail bucks they saw, a bull elk they almost got and upcoming duck and goose seasons. Boys and men alike bragged about new shotguns and rifles bought on lay-away at Western Auto uptown. Kids bragged about bicycles and fishing rods they bought there, too.

Ron has always been an avid sportsman and remains so today. He set up a small shooting range in the basement of the home. It was about 40 feet long with thick woodblock backstops and soundproofed with egg crates.

Gun safety education for the kids was required in the home. Education came from dad and NRA after-school programs. The initial goal was to develop an ability to safely care for and handle a .22 rifle. To absolutely know it’s not a toy and understand the immense, deadly power that was absolute if not respected. No demonstrating respect for these things.. not practicing gun safety.. meant no guns, no hunting.. but lots of lawn work.

Passing NRA courses and safely hitting targets were rites of passage. As a boy of 5 years, I learned everything I could at home. At 5 I had my own single shot Marlin .22 rifle with a kid-sized stock.

Often went hunting with my dad Ron, uncles and cousins. I learned to shoot a LifeSaver candy hung on a toothpick from 30 feet, but at 20-feet I never got through the lifesaver hole without chipping or breaking it.

By 12, having completed NRA’s courses, including range shooting and demonstrating safety skills, I was given my own Model 870 Remington 12-gauge pump shotgun on my birthday to hunt game birds, ducks and geese. We cleaned, cut, wrapped and ate what we took. There was no such thing as shooting just to kill an animal. Later, I had a big game rifle to hunt deer, elk and bear. Later still, hand guns for self-defense and even hunting.

The good old days were made better by my dad Ron, who made sure I understood responsibilities and demonstrated respect for life, family and responsibilities of gun ownership.

Kellogg is in the Silver Valley, famously nicknamed for producing and smelting about 20-percent of the Nation’s silver, half the country’s lead and significant but smaller amounts of other metals including zinc, gold and cadmium.

The smelting process created a thick morning “fog” (air quotes) that wreaked of a harsh Sulphur smell. Most mornings, the foggy smelter smoke hovered in thick layers the length of the Silver Valley from 4^th of July Pass near Rose Lake, to Mullan at the base of Lookout Pass on the Idaho-Montana border.

Montana and Eastern Washington experienced smelter smoke frequently as well. Its burning sensation of eyes, nose and mouth made it unpleasant and difficult to breath. It was that way for decades.

Rather than saying “Kids, it’s pretty foggy this morning”, mothers would say “Kids, Smelter Smoke is bad today. Cover your nose and mouth on your walk to school.”

A fork of the Coeur D Alene River snaked southwest through Kellogg from Wallace, then skirted farms and backwoods until flowing into Coeur D’Alene Lake 35 miles later. It passed behind the Cataldo Mission established by Father DeSmet in 1846, later known as Sacred Heart Mission.

Tailings and runoff from the mining process and seepage from massive mile-long tailings ponds near the river along the highway, gave the river a continuous milky, silty-gray appearance. It looked like a mud flow even in stronger currents. It was dense. The bottom couldn’t be seen, even in shallows. The river bottom and banks were coated in layers of fine gray silt resembling a bizarre wet clay.

A few years after Ron was born, rumbles from Germany began with Chancellor Hitler creating his version of a master society. A few years later, Europe was invaded, Pearl Harbor attacked and the United States could no longer isolate. It had to step onto the world stage as a leader and military might.

The U.S. got into the Victory Ship business, aircraft manufacturing, weapons development and many other war-related production demands. The Silver Valley offered exactly what was needed: Mining required metals, smelting, refining and the ability to ship large quantities of resources by rail in support of the War effort.

Fences went up around production and refining facilities. The workforce became younger and more blended with men and women. Timber and lumber industries thrived, contributing immense quantities of structural lumber for the war effort and domestic needs. The railroads and road system provided means of distribution.

Many of Idaho’s population served around the globe during WWII. Many provided local labor when not in military service, to support the country’s needs. Agriculture, logging, mining, refining all provided vital resources.

Ron came from a blended family. His father wasn’t there from the time Ron was very young. Home life was rocky. Maybe worse. Where his father went and what happened to him isn’t very clear. He was just gone. Rumors put him in New Mexico, Montana, even Canada and the Yukon.

His mother re-married. Ron found a good fit with his family which would include two sisters and a stepbrother. Ron was involved in the family store early on, as a butcher in the meat shop and as a grocer.

He drove supplies and sold eggs across Montana, Idaho and Washington to help the family business thrive.

Always resourceful, Ron might credit his family’s European to Canadian connection for his drive and foresight. His family history includes a famous historical building and a few blocks of avenues in Vancouver, Canada.

The Walden Building still stands, thriving as a central feature in Vancouver’s history. Located at 4242 Main Street in Vancouver BC, it was built by Ron’s Grandfather Arthur and great uncles around 1910. Originally mercantile and offices, the Walden Building has provided low-cost housing for the people of Riley Park for decades, as it does today. Check out the Vancouver Historical Archives for photos and more info.

In the 1950’s, what had been known as the Army Air Corps became the United States Air Force. Ron and his brother Bruce enlisted and trained as aircraft mechanics and drivers. Ron excelled in his class, making it to the top dozen or so in his field. Bruce, a good man and colorful character in his own right, did equally well and went on to establish a family trucking company that thrives today as one of the largest privately owned trucking companies in the Pacific Northwest, and is still a family business.

Upon graduation from basic training, having highly recognized skills at his young age, Ron was selected by Brigadier General William Lecel Lee to serve as part of his personal flight crew, keeping the General’s aircraft in tip-top shape. He traveled the Orient and South Pacific with General Lee, who was also the Vice-Commander of the Thirteenth Air Force, from a base of operations in the Philippines.

Before returning Stateside in the mid-1950’s Ron would see General Lee promoted to Commander of the Thirteenth Air Force. Young as Ron was, older members of the crew respected his decisions and leadership. When the US converted a plane for Chaing Kai Chek’s use, Ron’s crew was involved in prepping, painting and delivering the aircraft.

He thoroughly respected General Lee and enjoyed serving with him until his discharge back to civilian life. Ron and the General went separate ways. Ron returned to Idaho, family and later to Alaska for more adventures that included flying.

General Lee? Per his Air Force biography page He enjoyed a colorful career from his early days as a recruit in the 1920s. He served in WWII as a pivotal leader, Commanding the 49th Bomber Wing. He was a leader during the Korean conflict. During his tenure with the 13th Air Force, he trained the Philippine Air Force, evaluated aircraft for purchase and use by them, and he was flight instructor for the first members of the Philippine Air Force. He even taught Gen. Dwight D. Eisenhower to fly. And, General Lee was awarded 12 military decorations, including the Distinguished Service Medal and the French Legion of Honor. General Lee died in 1976.

Ron maintains that General Lee’s influence as a person, leader and an amazingly capable pilot provided a new baseline for his life. To this day you can see pride Ron’s eyes when asked about his service, his crewmates, experiences and the General.

Recently, Ron’s family located a color photo of the aircraft used in service under General Lee’s command. It’s the same aircraft Ron served and crewed on. It hangs near his writing desk alongside other important photos of wife Betty, kids, grandkids and good friends.

When discharged from the Air Force, Ron returned to family life, helping at the family grocery. He had a knack for telling a good story and often reminisced over coffee with friends. There’s a pattern forming with that.

He met and married a local girl, and had two kids, a boy and a girl. They bought a house a few blocks from the store and he hired on as a hard rock miner at the Bunker Hill Mine. He worked there several years but moved on, driving a lumber truck and later selling insurance. They divorced after a dozen years or so.

He’s always been handy in woodworking and carpentry. He’s created and repaired many large oak-based furniture pieces, fashioned bone, wood, antler, metal and other media that people asked him to craft.

After remarrying, Ron and Betty moved to Alaska where he worked for a trucking company and as a carpenter. He drove long hauls to interior and northern Alaska during construction of the Trans Alaska Pipeline in the 1970s. They bought and finished a log home in Soldotna, Alaska.

Ron worked in the City of Kenai Jail for several years before being recruited to help establish and run a new medium-security prison nearby. He did that, gaining a reputation for efficiency and fairness.

His wife Betty became the first female Fish and Wildlife officer for Alaska, serving many years until her retirement. The State Trooper Museum in Anchorage, Alaska maintains a small display remembering Betty.

After about 20 years with the Alaska Department of Corrections, Ron retired as a supervisor and even served as acting administrator. Inmates and co-workers respected his fairness, understanding and firm stance on behavior and job performance. This earned him the nickname “Mr. Wonderful “. A unique nickname, as not many inside those walls, were.

He learned to fly and built several airplanes with a retired Territorial/State of Alaska Wildlife officer and good friend named Dan France. Ron owned his own plane and built or repaired many others with friends.

At retirement, Ron was recruited as a security officer on the Alyeska Trans Alaska oil pipeline, the 800-mile-long delivery pipe from Deadhorse to Valdez, Alaska. Events during the Gulf War inspired his first book “Cinch Knot” when critical infrastructure became possible targets for terrorists around the globe. More on that when we talk about “Cinch Knot” itself.

Betty passed a number of years ago. Ron spends his free time salmon fishing, smoking fish, enjoying great-great-great grandkids and building furniture for friends. Alaska is his home. Always will be.

Though he left the Silver Valley before Wallace, Kellogg and Murray became favored as TV and movie sets. Before Harry Reasoner reported the closing of Bunker Hill. Before the Hunt Brothers sunk silver prices. Before the Superfund designation blanketed the Siver Valley. And long before heading to Alaska…

Ron was there delivering goods to many businesses that would later become sets and backdrops for those movies, series news broadcasts…Ron was there, when they were thriving local grocery stores, cat houses, cigar shops, hotels and restaurants.

Experiences and history inspired him to write novels. It started as a bucket list thing, wanting to write and publish just one book in his lifetime. As of 2023, he’s published 14 novels and does several book signings per year. Being an author makes him a businessman again. It’s interesting to note all his books are based, at least partly. on real events, people and places. Primarily in Alaska but also the Dakotas where in-laws are part of the Sioux Nation and Washington State where many of his family still live.

In his novel “Devils Heart: Native American Lore and Modern Police Work” Ron is proud of his characters, cultural depictions and locations in the Dakotas, Washington State and Alaska. To visualize locations, know characters and enjoy storylines comes through in every book he crafts. All are based on real locations. Characters are often composites of people he actually knows or knew.

Since Soldotna’s “Moose is Loose” Bakery closed, many of those characters continue to show up most days for coffee at Ron’s house. Each book discussed in future podcasts will include details and history of real locations, real people, composite characters and events that inspired his writings.

We hope you find the stories and back stories interesting, entertaining and enjoyable for the entire family.

Ron decided long ago to limit sex, violence and vulgar language so readers could simply enjoy a good story.

Thank you for listening. Please look at show notes. Research places and people mentioned. You’ll find a lot of interesting trails to follow.

That’s it for our bio on Alaska Author Ron Walden. Hope you enjoyed it. Not bad for a man that grew up in an Idaho town founded by a jackass and inhabited by its descendants, right?

Next up: Episodes tracing the history of the Silver Valley that influenced Ron, sites where he grew up, worked and raised his family.

Later we move on to each of his books without divulging storylines, to check out locations, history and characters related to stories at the center of each book.

Talk with you next time with Episode 2 of Wisdom of the Donut Hole.

Until then, Focus on what’s important!

Always remember these things:

“The Wisdom of the Donut Hole” and the departed “Moose Is Loose Bakery”, National Donut Day And That glorious Fall day when a new Ron Walden book is released.

Thank you for listening. Read Ron’s books and visit Alaska!

(Thanks to Ray Lankford for the show’s new theme music titled “The Wisdom of the Donut Hole Theme” an instrumental written, performed and provided with permission by Ray Lankford of Shoshone County Idaho…Look for more of Ray’s music on his website “Ray Lankford Music and Writing”)

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