Wednesday, October 07, 2009

Some things bug some people. Other things are just accepted by people.

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Then sometimes you show them something like:

 

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And they become all gushy and tell one about how they’ve seen the place and where it is and all. But, no. No. I don’t really know who owns the place, but they’ve certainly spruced it up haven’t they. No, don’t have a clue.

Well, I at least have a name to start with, don’t I.

It is highly recommended I contact the local Insurance Lady – Helen. Hell, she knows everyone inside three counties. Try her.

“Oh,” says she. “I know the place you’re talking about. The one with the Cowboys.”

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Well, yes. Yes, it is.

“Oh! Lets look at the farm book.”

So, we do. And it gives us names we’ve seen before.

Not discovering more, I decide that it’s a trip to the Courthouse for me and some research if I really wish to solve the enigma.

But first, I thought, why not stop at the Hardware store in the town down there and ask. All that piping and wire and the new building had to have come from somewhere.

The owner of the Hardware store was busy as all get out. Shipping guns. I helped him wrap a couple and in doing so asked how the gun business has developed. He said great, he shipped more than three hundred a month. I mentioned he might consider getting rid of the hardware side.

He had, he said, thought about it. Quite a bit.

“But, yes,” he indicated, “The Matt and Allen place belongs to two folks. One lives just East of town by the cement place, and the other is from Oklahoma. XX is the nephew of YY and is the money man from down there. YY takes care of the place.”

And the third name from the farm book?

“That’s the wife of XX, I guess. I don’t really know.”

Well. Some mystery solved by the small town residents. Some mystery remains.

Then, do I really need to know if that third name IS the wife of XX?

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From the reaches,

Ten Mile

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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