Tuesday, July 29,2014

Someone, some where, is a very worried person; or some group, somewhere, is a very worried bunch. It is after all, politic season, isn’t it.

I’ve received six “I endorse so and so”, making sure, of course, that the caller plugs his own credits and past accomplishments.

I’ve received sixteen political one minute polls. I’ve taken none of the solicitations to express my views – that is what election day is all about. That’s the day everyone can count the votes and shake their collective heads and cheer or sigh.

Surprises are such nice things.

And there is the calls for surgery. Five calls from various offices telling me the same thing. Food, drink, and meds. Shee. It’s the new medicine. A group formss about Doctor; they open offices in several cities, traveling on certain days, discovering aliments they then sub-contract to other groups.

All the various groups then seemed obligated to perform as is they are YOUR primary care giver and assume all other groups are dunders.

You then receive multiple phone calls.

Popularity has limits. I’m glad I haven’t used a cell phone at thirty cents a minute. I’d be broke.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

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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