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JIM FUGLIE: View From The Prairie — 50 Years … And Counting

At about 2 p.m. Saturday (Dec. 18, 2021), my friend, Rick Maixner, and I poured a couple ofshots from the bottle of cognac he keeps stashed at the Sunset Nursing Home in Mandan, N.D., and toasted the fact we are still here, 50 years after we walked off the gangplank of the USS Oriskany, CVA-34, at the Alameda (Calif.) Naval Air Station, our homeport.

We walked off that gangplank after a seven-month deployment in the Gulf of Tonkin and just kept on walking, ending up in North Dakota, both of us completing our four-year hitches in the Navy. Rick said some of the sweetest words he ever heard was one of his fellow officers calling him “Mister” Maixner instead of “Lt.” Maixner.

The most interesting part of this story is that, even though we grew up just 40 or so miles apart in southwest North Dakota, me in Hettinger and him on a ranch just west of New England, we didn’t know each other when we were aboard the same ship for almost two years. To be fair, there were about 3,000 sailors on that ship, but still …

We got acquainted not long after that, though, he as the founder of a group of ranchers who formed a conservation organization called United Plainsmen, and me as a reporter for the Dickinson Press, who wrote stories about United Plainsmen and him. And we’ve been friends ever since, through our careers that touched on politics through most of our lives.

One of many stories I wrote about Rick in The Dickinson Press.
One of many stories I wrote about Rick in The Dickinson Press.

Then, in 1982, I served as executive director of the North Dakota Democratic-NPL Party, and I helped Rick campaign for and win a seat in the North Dakota Senate from District 39, my old home district. That really cemented our friendship.

Eventually, Rick left the ranch, went to law school, worked for Sen. Byron Dorgan in Washington, D.C., came home and practiced law, and then, some years ago, still at a relatively young age, was felled by a severe stroke that left him in a wheelchair.

Rick was a true war hero, flying 150 missions off the carrier, dropping bombs on the Ho Chi Minh trail in Laos to cut off the supply route to the Viet Cong invading South Vietnam.

I was just support staff on board the ship, part of a ten-man photographic lab keeping photo records of the ship’s activities.

I was surprised when I visited Rick’s room at the nursing home a few years ago to see a picture hanging on the wall that I had likely taken, of his squadron posed on the flight deck. That was one of my jobs, and dozens, maybe hundreds, of my photos, including that one, showed up in the “Cruise Books” the Navy printed after each cruise, much like college year books.

Oh, we had more serious work to do as well, including processing the film shot by the fighter pilots with cameras in the bellies of their planes, doing reconnaissance for Rick and his fellow bomber pilots for their next missions.

Well, Rick and I have been reminiscing about those days for years now, and it came up this past spring as we realized it had been 50 years since we sailed from Alameda on May 17, 1971, 50 years earlier, and so we made plans to get together Dec. 18, 50 years from the day we arrived home seven months later.

I stopped to visit him Thursday and said I’d come by Saturday, and he said, “I’ll get out the cognac.”

And so he did. For a couple of wonderful hours, we sipped and reminisced, and talked just a little bit about the future. Mine’s a little brighter than his — he’s suffering long-lasting effects of the stroke and needed supplemental oxygen this week. There’s a brilliant mind trapped in that body that doesn’t work anymore. He stays up to date on politics and the weather through his daily newspaper, and our regular visits. He gets out with his brother, Joel, to Mass on Sundays, and enjoys visits from his sisters and occasional political buddies — former Sen. Jim Dotzenrod, a Senate colleague from the 1980s, stopped by to visit last week—and he has a can of Coors Light with lunch each day, and a shot of cognac in a snifter before going to bed.

Fifty years. It’s almost incomprehensible. There won’t be 50 more, but we’ll both make the most of those we have left. We talked about how unlikely and how unpredictable it is that we’d be going through something like this pandemic in the twilight of our lives, how different things are today from just two years ago, and, hopefully, how different things will be two years from now. I’ll let you know how the two of us are doing from time to time. And if you’re another old friend of Rick’s and are in the area, stop by and visit sometime. He loves company.




2 thoughts on “JIM FUGLIE: View From The Prairie — 50 Years … And Counting”

  • Edward Maixner December 19, 2021 at 8:26 pm

    Jim,
    Really enjoyed that column and will pass on the link to family and friends. Thanks for writing it, and Merry Christmas!

    You might want to correct the chronology in this sentence:
    Eventually, Rick left the ranch, went to law school, worked for Sen. Byron Dorgan in Washington, D.C., came home and practiced law, and then, some years ago, still at a relatively young age, was felled by a severe stroke that left him in a wheelchair.

    Rick went to law school in early 1990s, practiced law in Bismarck a few years, then the stroke hit him in December 1998 when he was Byron’s LD in Washington.

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  • Frank Maixner December 19, 2021 at 11:16 pm

    Jim, that is a vey nice article, and I know Rick enjoys your camaraderie. My brother Joe, as you mentioned, and my sisters Laura and Fran provide a lot of support as well. And there are others in the Bismarck community who participate in and build his social community. When I have stopped in to see Rick, or had a video visit on his computer, I have appreciated the ongoing care of the staff at Sunset Drive Care Center. And, yes, I am amazed at the continued sharpness of his mind, in spite of the stroke. Rick and I don’t always agree on issues, but I always benefit from his knowledge which he imparts with the utmost respect, as our wonderful parents taught us. Thank you for helping me and others appreciate more about Ricks life which includes you. Frank Maixner

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