Thursday, August 21, 2014

The village got their civic pride together and sent out letters stating they were charging $100 an hour to mow the patches that folks refused to mow themselves. They said they had replotted all the land owners on the villaseege maps and feel head tall Johnson grass wasn’t the best attraction in the world for the village.

THEN, they actually sent out some letters.

I’ve been getting calls for the past three days trying to get my tractor and me out on the land and knocking down the grasses. I’ve certainly proven popular – well, the tractor and bush hog have.

I’ll be getting the tractor parts in the mail Monday next. I figure it’ll take a couple of days to install those hoses. It bothers me somewhat that I can’t make some posket change this year, but with all that has been going on I;m just happy the village found the balls to chase the slackers to ground and call them on the jump.


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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