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Missoula thieves steal joy of Duke loss

Sunday, Jan. 3, 1993 saw a high of 19 degrees in the Mining City.
That was also the day the Buffalo Bills battled back from a 35-3 deficit in the third quarter to beat the Houston Oilers, 41-38, in overtime of an AFC Wild Card playoff game. That still ranks as the biggest comeback in NFL history.
I did not get to watch that comeback, however, because my grandpa had me outside in the bitter cold working to improve the steps on my aunt’s deck. It was a job she asked him to do, figuring he would do it when the weather warmed up.
But my grandpa was always in a rush to get things done.
He called me after I watched the first half of the Bills-Oilers game. Since it was a blowout — and because I always helped my grandpa when he asked — I went along with it.
When I got home, my dad asked me if I saw the Bills’ game.
“The Oilers killed them,” I said.
“No,” my dad said. “Buffalo came back to win.”
“I’m going to kill grandpa,” I said. Then I walked down the alley to his house to have a talk with him about a game he made me miss.
That was back before there was an NFL Network to show the game again that night, too. If you missed the game, you missed the game.
Sure, I got to watch the highlights on SportsCenter, but that is not the same. That was a once-in-a-lifetime game to watch, and I had to miss it.
It was the most regrettable game of my lifetime. Until Sunday.
Thanks to a thief or thieves stealing a wheel off my daughter’s car in Missoula, I missed the University of Connecticut’s incredible comeback to beat Duke to earn a spot in the Final Four.
I was on the couch watching Duke get all the calls. I watched every Duke game of this year’s tournament, and they seemed to get every call as they squeaked out victories that ruined my day.
I have despised Duke ever since the Christian Laettner and Bobby Hurley days. I still can’t stand Laettner, even after the “I Hate Christian Laettner” 30 for 30 documentary was made to try to turn hearts like mine.
It didn’t work. The Blue Devils are still the Dallas Cowboys of college basketball.
Laettner should have never even made that shot to beat Kentucky and send Duke to the 1992 Final Four. He should have been ejected from that game for his dirty play long before the final seconds.
Even though the Blue Devils built a 19-point lead, I kept the game on Sunday. I watched that lead dwindle to 10 before my 22-year-old daughter called me in hysterics.
She left her apartment at an off-campus complex owned by the University of Montana only to find a jack under her car and her front, driver’s-side wheel missing. The lug nuts were gone, too.
It was like a scene from the TV show “Everybody Hates Chris,” but in Missoula, not Bed-Stuy.
We put studded snow tires on her car in November, and I had her normal set of tires at our house in Butte.
Trying to calm her down, I told her I would be there as soon as I could. I said I would bring her those tires and put the donut spare on for her. Then she could go to the Honda dealer, where they would find her a rim and put the regular tires back on.
I loaded the tires into my truck and strapped them down. Then I drove away, heading to Missoula. As I pulled away from my house, I turned on KBOW to see if I could catch a final score of the Duke-UConn game.
The refs would bail the Blue Devils out from the UConn comeback bid, I figured, but I still wanted to hear the score.
Right when the radio came on, I heard the announcer screaming that UConn just took the lead on an incredible play with three-tenths of a second left on the clock. It turned out that it was .4 seconds on the clock, but it still was not enough time for Duke to answer with a miracle of its own.
UConn freshman Braylon Mullins stole a tipped pass that should have never been thrown, passed to a teammate, then got the pass back and sank a 35-foot 3-pointer to give the Huskies a 73-72 win.
For the record, I also don’t normally cheer for UConn because I can’t stand head coach Dan Hurley. That isn’t because he is Bobby Hurley’s brother, either. It’s because the UConn coach is the biggest crybaby this side of UCLA coach Mick Cronin.
The play and shot by Mullins were simply incredible. That will be replayed more than the shot Laettner should not have been allowed to shoot.
But I didn’t get to see it live because of some thief or thieves in Missoula. In the middle of the night, they stole a wheel from a girl who is working hard to pay for school along with the high cost of living in Missoula.
The thieves got an assist from a school that constantly gouges its students. At night time, the complex a few blocks south of the campus is only as bright as the moonlight. There are no street lights, and only about one in four of the lights above each apartment door work.
The ones that do give out light, however, are dim or flickering. That gives the complex a nice Cabrini-Green, Candyman kind of vibe.
I’m sure that is exactly how the highly-paid administrators at the school like to live at their homes. The school paid former president Seth Bodner around $350,000 a year to not answer emails, so it apparently cannot afford lightbulbs to help keep the students safe.
That, though, is a rant for another day. It is a conversation I cannot wait to have with Bodner now that he bailed on the students to run for the Senate. I bet he will now actually talk to the people since he wants our votes.
It was still kind of light out, but raining like crazy, when I got to Missoula to put the donut spare on the car. I went to O’Reilly’s Auto Parts on Broadway Street and bought a full set of anti-theft lug nuts for the car.
As they say, I was yesterday days old when I knew there was such a thing. Steeling wheels, I figured, was something you only see on television.
I also had to buy a wrench to lower the black-and-yellow hydraulic jack left behind without its handle.
The very nice UM Campus Security officer assured me that the jack would be sent to forensics and dusted for fingerprints and DNA. They would get all their best people on the case, and it would be solved in about 42 minutes, like we see on TV.
At least I took his laugh at my request for that as an assurance that it will be done.
He said the officers were going to be on the lookout for a car with a mismatched Honda wheel or a vehicle with one studded tire when they are patrolling the area. My daughter will be looking for that tire, too, when she walks to campus or takes walks around the neighborhood.
If you are in Missoula, maybe you could keep an eye out for that, too. Or maybe you know someone who mysteriously got a new Honda wheel for his or her car over the weekend. Thieves are not the smartest people, and they tend to talk. Maybe you will hear something.
If you do, please call the police. Better yet, contact me and let me know the name of the thief or thieves. They owe us about $600 for the rim and another $200 or so for the studded snow tire.
More importantly, I want to meet these people. I don’t want to fight them or hurt them.
I just want to have a little talk with them about a game they made me miss.
— Bill Foley, who would not vote for Seth Bodner for dog catcher, can be reached at foles74@gmail.com. Follow him at twitter.com/Foles74 or Bluesky at @foles74.bsky.social. Listen to him on the ButteCast on Apple Podcasts, Spotify or wherever you find your favorite podcasts.
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Don Peoples was anything but a wimp

In December of 2021, Don Peoples Sr. fell and broke his collarbone.
The break was bad enough that it required surgery on Dec. 23, and the Butte High vs. Butte Central basketball games just so happened to be at the Butte Civic Center that night.
When you undergo any surgery, you are supposed to take it easy for a few days, at the very least. Since Peoples was in his early 80s, the doctor wanted to keep him in the hospital overnight for observation.
The doctor apparently didn’t know who he was dealing with.
That night at the Civic Center, Dougie Peoples scored 22 points as Butte Central rolled to a 65-37 win over the Bulldogs, and Dougie’s “Papa Don” was looking on proudly from a few rows behind the BC bench.
“I said, ‘No, I want to go to the basketball game,” Peoples said as he appeared on the first episode of the ButteCast in September of 2022. “I didn’t want to miss that basketball game because I had a feeling we were going to do alright.”
A few days later, I called Peoples to talk about the work we were doing to select the Butte Sports Hall of Fame Class of 2022. He did not answer the phone.
An hour or so later, he called back. I joked that I assumed he was busy exercising. I didn’t think he was really exercising so soon after a surgery. What kind of person would be working out so soon after surgery?
Apparently, I forgot who I was dealing with.
“I just got off the bike,” Peoples said.
“Oh man,” I replied. “You are too tough for your own good.”
“Well,” Peoples said before saying five words that I think perfectly sum up the man who led Butte through its darkest hour, “you can’t be a wimp.”
Peoples, who passed away at the age of 86 last Wednesday, was anything but a wimp. If he had been, Butte just might be a ghost town.
Butte survived — and even thrived — because Peoples was the chief executive of Butte-Silver Bow every year of the 1980s. He led us through that difficult decade with toughness, determination and an impossible sense of optimism.
The 1980s brought economic despair to the Mining City. It was the worst decade since the Great Depression. The mines closed, the Berkeley Pit started to flood, and families left town by the hundreds.
My dad was an electrician for the Anaconda Company and then the Atlantic Richfield Company after it bought the copper giant. He was laid off, and the only jobs he could find were hundreds, if not thousands, of miles away from home.
Our family was poor. So were our neighbors. Most of the city was poor. National news outlets wrote our obituary.
But every time I watched the news and saw Peoples, I felt that there was no way those bad times would last forever. I just knew Don Peoples would not let that happen.
One night, my family went to a Butte Copper Kings baseball game at Montana Tech’s Alumni Coliseum. We could not afford to go to the game, but my parents took us anyway.
We did not have any money for concessions, so we probably only got one mini baseball helmet filled with fries that night, though I am sure I asked for more.
An inning or two into the game, I looked up by the press box and saw Peoples, who was sitting with his wife, Cathy.
“There’s Don Peoples,” I said loud enough for just about everyone to hear. It was as if I saw the president of the United States walk in.
A little bit later, I watched as my dad quietly walked up to Peoples between innings. He told the chief executive that we shared a few relatives, which Peoples immediately recognized. Then my dad, hat in hand, told him that he was out of work and times were tough.
Peoples told my dad to stop by his office the next weekday, and he did. For the next several weeks, my dad had a job on the sidewalk crew, and we got to go to more Copper Kings games that summer.
I will forever be grateful for that, and the many families who benefited because Peoples immediately began working to bring back mining to the Mining City surely feel the same way.
On his way home from a business trip to Seattle, Peoples learned of the shutdown of mining operations in Butte. He worried about the thousands of people who would be devastated by the news as he sped home. He also immediately started working to ease that pain.
It wasn’t time to sulk. For Peoples, it was time to act.
Montana Resources bringing mining back to Butte, thanks largely to the actions of Peoples, could never compare to the Anaconda Company’s heydays, but can you imagine if we did not get all those jobs back? Those obituaries would have been on the money.
But it was not just the decision making by Peoples that was so instrumental. It was his voice of optimism and strength.
He named us the “Can Do City,” and that was so much more than a slogan. It was a way of life. It was a way of defining a community attitude that thought nothing was impossible, no matter how long those unemployment lines might be.
“It was a big deal,” Peoples said of the moniker. “It became a real movement.”
Then Peoples led the way as Butte applied for and was named an “All-American City.” We went from being on life support to being one of just 10 cities in America to receive that honor.
Those names might seem trivial, like a feel-good Tony Robbins kind of motto. But they were not. Those names were Peoples’ way of telling the world that reports of the demise of the Mining City were greatly exaggerated.
Under the leadership of Peoples, Butte was never going to go away. It would take a whole lot more than an economic depression to do us in. We would overcome, he said, and we did.
“There were years when the unemployment rate was 20 percent,” Peoples said. “That’s pretty steep. People rallied behind things and got things going. But Butte’s spirit is something that no other city in Montana has. As far as I’m concerned, no city in the world has the spirit of Butte, Montana.”
In the summer of 1989, Peoples, who was named one of the top 20 mayors in the United States by U.S. News and World Report in 1987, stepped down as chief executive. He took a job as CEO of MERDI/MSE, saying he thought he could do more to improve the state and Butte in that role.
By then, times were better in the Mining City. Things were looking up. We survived the rough 1980s, and we were looking to grow in the 1990s.
“Butte-Silver Bow is in excellent shape,” Peoples said in a Montana Standard article announcing his decision. “In a very short time, they are going to be saying, ‘Who was that guy?’”
Of course, that could not have been much further from the truth. After leaving the courthouse, Peoples was still very much a part of so many great things in Butte. He had a behind-the-scenes hand in so many great things that there is no way to name them all.
That includes an instrumental role in building the Maroon Activities Center.
Peoples acknowledged that his quote turned out to be a false one when I talked to him for the first ButteCast episode, but he kept the same humble attitude when acknowledging that people still knew who he was.
“I think it’s my sons and my grandsons,” he said of keeping the Peoples name popular in Butte and around the state. “And my granddaughters.”
Peoples struggled with his health the last several months. When he missed the press conference announcing the Butte Sports Hall of Fame Class of 2026, a class that includes his son Don Peoples Jr., I knew things were not good.
But Peoples kept going to watch his grandson, Ryan, play basketball for the Maroons. He still followed the career of Dougie at the College of Idaho. He watched his granddaughter, Quinn Carter, coach the BC girls’ basketball team.
You could tell it was tough for him to be there, but nothing was going to keep him away. He never wanted assistance, either. He was going to get to where he was going on his own.
Even with time running short, Peoples still epitomized the toughness of this old mining town. He still embodied the spirit of “Butte Tough,” and he still consistently showed the same desire and determination that helped keep Butte going during those dark times of the 1980s.
Right until the very end, Peoples showed us that you can’t be a wimp.
— Bill Foley can be reached at foles74@gmail.com. Follow him at twitter.com/Foles74 or Bluesky at @foles74.bsky.social. Listen to him on the ButteCast on Apple Podcasts, Spotify or wherever you find your favorite podcasts.
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Episode No. 334: Mitzi Rossillon

Mitzi Rossillon is an archeologist and historian in Butte. Her work helped save the Dublin Gulch from being buried in toxic waste.
At least we hope it has saved Butte’s first neighborhood.
Mitzi grew up in Colorado. She came to Butte in 1990 and never left. She currently operates as a consultant to anyone who needs to consult with an archeologist. Mitzi served on the Butte Historic Preservation Commission, where she was never afraid to speak out when the board was not being listened too. That is why she is no longer a member of the board.
Earlier this year, Mitzi filed to run to represent District 11 on the Butte-Silver Bow Council of Commissioners. She promises a strong voice to represent the people of her neighborhood.
Late last week, I caught up with Mitzi in a conference room near her office in the old Boys’ Central building for a fun conversation.
Listen in to hear what brought Mitzi to Butte and why she stayed. Listen to hear why she fights so hard to preserve history and why she is running for the District 11 seat.
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