Monday, August 30, 2010


I think I’m re-charging batteries.

photoshare Color Drops El Dorado Springs MO thebige

When I have all my pre-fall work completed and have finished this last book I’ve nibbled upon, I do have a short story or so I feel qualified to fib about – the gentle word is fiction. I have a couple of fiction stories I feel the urge to write.


photoshare Reflections 2 Shenandoah IA Nikongranny


Right now I’m engaged in ciphering what the actions my near neighbor is engaged in mean. His relations have deserted him; his “friends” (read substance sellers) have been doing weird things and he has cleared his transportation (he drives a lawn tractor about the village) of all the containers he hid the substances within while serving his clientele .

It will be fascinating to watch, over the winter months of little work, his gradual re-entry into the drug mule he is, once this spate of “getting clean” has run its course. Oddly, I hope he stays clean this time, but hold little hope that boredom will allow him.

I put out two game cameras set on the night mode over the past three weeks. They’ve given me some rather interesting picture. Not many of them, but interesting. They’ve also surprised several folks of near neighbors circle and, as the cameras are easily portable, set off flash lighting at odd places around the property. They can also be placed wherever, easily, and have very good resolution over surprisingly long distances. Each carries a serial number, and are cheap enough to allow a number to be purchased.

Small towns can be the pits sometimes.

Especially on those that build their lives on the wrong side of the line. That wavering from one side of it to the other is thing that sets folks teeth on edge – they don’t know how to treat you from their life learned responses to stimulus.

Unless you get religion, and attend church. It isn’t enough, once fallen to resurrect only your self. You need assistance.


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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