Thieves Strike Wichita Church Parking Lots For Second Sunday In A Row
Car burglars struck Wichita for the second weekend in a row. This time, they hit churches on the west side of town while the congregations were inside.
Sure as God makes little green apples; if it works once it’ll work again.
Personal observation: While shopping, it is distasteful for sales persons to show undue interest in your needs.
That was a personal thing. I went into the Co Op the other day and the lady didn’t have the item of my trip. Rather than simply say they didn’t have it, hadn’t ordered it to replenish the shelves or that they had discontinued the item, we danced the dance of evasion.
We have; maybe this will do; the manager (by name) might order it but hasn’t yet (I think) and may not (but) it is his to do, I don’t.
This is the same place wondering why I’ve kept my auto fuel bills so low. Oh, and another item – the patronage check this year is four times as large as previous years. Yeah, I have my choice between having the items of my needs or a larger check.
If you think about it, the program is somewhat like the government. I spend less there, the checks get larger; someone else is having to work either more or harder or something, because the check money certainly isn’t supported by my participation in the program.
‘Course, the manager was a government employee before taking over the Co Op.
Little Man (the near neighbor plus one East dog) was trying to come over this morning. My dog Gar went into his act. GAWD (Great Assed White Dog) happened to be lounging on the front porch and yet a strange dog wandered by.
That’s when I went out. The strange dog left, Little Man, Gar and GAWD simply stood about the yard.
It was like watching a group of local men, all knowing you were there, trusting you, with their backs to you with no sign of knowing you were there, watching the stranger in the vicinity.
The stranger left. Then the rest acknowledged me. Gar by bumping my leg; GAWD by coming over for a quick scratch and tickle; Little Man by a glance and then departing the yard.
The stranger I didn’t know. He has a patrol route. Down the defunct RR bed West, checks the druggies drop at the culvert bridge; back down the tracks to the near neighbors door; out to the main street; then he seems to make a choice: either to the West to the trucking concern or South to an undetermined house.
Yes. He has a human, a drug seller human, and No, I don’t know why the dog makes this patrol other than the human isn’t available – he’s a High School student and generally the dog makes these routes just after the bus leaves town or in the afternoon when the bus leaves town.
Read: Village in place of Town.
I’ve wondered if the kid knows how easy it is to read the him through the dog.
From the reaches,