Monday, September 01, 2014

0Well, It’s ten days until 11 Sept; and it’s coot today. It rained out the midnight ball game fr the self declared royal family of the village. Austinsibly part of the Labor Day affairs.

Living across the road from the ball park I can honestly state the rain came at 0130 hours and not a moment too soon.

The annual parade just finished off. The sirens of the volunteer fire department just finished off. Peace. I think the mud runs were yesterday; I think the tractor pullls were yesterday; I saw a neat thing from the parade going home – two horse drawn vehicles. A chuck wagon and a surrey.

Dog eyed the chuck wagon with some curiosity and barked his fool head off at the surrey. There are times I’d like to hear him speak english I’d just love to  know the difference between four horses and two.. And why bark at the one and not the other.

The of note; not to be done by human kind: It was breexy yesterday. The front moving in was sucking air from the south and it was hot.

A friendly fellow drove from one town to another about twenty miles away. He had a live BBQ in the back of his PU truck. He set range fires all along the twenty Imile stretch. It took several fire departments working six hours or so to catch up with the flames.

I don’t really have anything to add to that.

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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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