Friday, August 22, 2014

Needed to hit the stores today. Thought I’d return a cookie favor. Remember that one about the three young girls going around giving away ccookies they’d baked at the church.

So I mentioned to the pastor that I thought the kids needed some pop cycles (you like that) and I asked if he had a freezer in the church. He did, so I got enough to hold his kid gang under control for twenty minutes anyway.

He has an activity tonight and hadn’t the wherewithal to treat all the kids. Thought he’d  bust a neck muscle with the smile and laughter he carried on.

I hate churches.

Anyhow, I found out that the chruches here in the village take turns doing community deeds and dropped on the pastor that his bunch was severely lacking in high visibility end of things and he kinda shrugged and agreed. But he  isn’t sure what to do abou it.

The Baptist church is a brash, in your face bunch. Their pastor is a liicensed electrician. That puts him solid with the trades  folks.

The Methodists are the local bookies bunch – white collar people.

So I don’t know about the cookie pastor. I’ll need to think about it some. He needs to advertise.

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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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