Sunday, January 25, 2015

Weather turned windy. Very windy. And now it has eased up. One can smell the snow somewhere out there.

Good luck Missouri and points northeast, it should be fairly rough on that area. It’s not necessarily fast moving but seems determined to declare its mastery of winter.

My ISP is determined to leave the eMail business. I think I’ll have to head to some of my favorite sites and change the mail addy or risk losing all those subscriptions. Then find a couple of addy’s to use as junk mail drops.

The ex-deputy followed me out of a near-by town the other day. He was about a mile behind and sped up, started to pass and then ran tandem with me at sixty-five mile per on a narrow road with no shoulders. He finally passed me by cutting me off.

I did think about doing a pit maneuver,  but, hey, what’s the point. I mean, he has until the twenty-eighth. I might have more time than that.


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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