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If you had asked me ten years ago when I thought I would retire, I would have snorted. Retire? Ha! There was no plan. There was no...

They say drowning isn’t loud. “Sherry. Help.” These were the only two words I could quietly say as the early morning waters of Flathead...

Greeted with white painted cinderblock walls, a tawdry old polyester bedcover, sagging ceiling tiles and a stuffy stale aroma, walking...