. . . I think it was fun.
Several weeks ago I was forced toward the ditch by a way-ward driver of a feed truck. The county had been side dressing trees along the road. I clipped the corner of the valance on a stub of a branch.
Being resilient and all, I drove on home and parked the truck and called a good old fellow about replacing the valiance as those tabs, once broken, resist repair and about the only way is replacing the entire unit.ol
Then I waited.
Today I grew impatient and cranked up the tractor and drove the three miles to the good old boys place of business. He told me, as I shut down the tractor, that he had forgotten my project and he was abjectly sorry and that he’d show me the valiance available and he’d order them. Told him that wasn’’t good, so he told me he’d be along about lunch time.
He showed up, crawled under the truck, popped up and asked to borrow a 19MM wrench, told me the clips weren’t broken, just popped loose.
Got him the wrench. He spent five minutes under the truck. Said it was fixed. Asked him if he was sure, said yes.
Told him if it came loose at seventy mph and I survived the accident it caused, he’d be repairing the truck gratis, he laughed and said that it was fixed and wouldn’t come off.
Asked him what I owed him, he said for forgetting my job, Nothing. Acceptable, . I suppose.
While I had the tractor warm, I swung by the post office and found that the retired deputy’s trial has been moved to October (:member what I wrote about law enforcement and the courts). It’s beginning to look like it’s true.
An old village maintenance man that quit and went a few miles south has come a-cropper. He was busted for child molestation in January. He received 3 to 4 years last month. His wife is an RN and he has a boy and girl child by her. They all lived together.
And we mention the sins of our fathers.
From the reaches,