Saturday, November 29, 2014

I spent the morning cussing and discussing at the Co-Op Coffee bar. I didn’t really say a whole lot. Just listened.

Optimistic, most of the guys sitting about. About half were welfare folks, a quarter active workers of one sort or another and the rest of us are retired.

Politically, over whelming conservative, if not Republican and the talk was of doom and gloom and how to change the country back to somewhat conservative directions.

After much talk one of the retired fellows who talked less than I asked the discussion leader; calling him by name, when the discussion came around to the Republicans being in power came up doing what’s necessary, and he asked the leader: “What’s the hardest thing to do in the world, do you think?”

The discussion leader thought for some time and said: “You tell me.” Which is safe enough evasion, I suppose.

The old boy that said: “Well. I’ve always found that life is like trying to make a bed while lying in it.”


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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