It appears it is going to be a hot summer.
A week or so the ladies were gathered in the lobby of the post office and discussing the lady cook at the Co-Op snack bar quitting because, she evidentially said “He’s never around when you need him and he takes days off whenever he wants and he sure won’t let us do that.”
Well. Quit the lady did.
Yesterday I was told that the manager of the Co-Op had moved on down the road. I’m not sure how deep the rot had spread, but storage fees for milo had gone up to a nickel a bushel.
Over the tenure of the manager, personnel have increased by quite a few, products for non-farm related things have increased; inventory has increased. The only way to fire the manager (if he was fired) is for the board to force him out or he resign.
I do know that many were not happy with him turning the place into a government feeling institution. Maybe the board did force him. He tried, I know, to equal in performance the man he replaced, but it is difficult to out perform a man that served for thirty-five years and who took a company from rags to profit.
Even if the old man hung, on for an extra year tutoring the chosen younger man. Still, I wish him well if he saw another position and went for it. Not everyone is personally suited to small town employment.
Dog broke the cable on his lead last night. Actually, he pulled the four inch hook from the pole I had it screwed into. He dragged a thirty foot lead around until it hung up in a cracked sidewalk before he started calling me.
That woke me up and I retrieved him about two a.m. all worked up. It was a long night for me. It took him about five hours t settle down and let me sleep.
From the reaches,