Saturday, February 28, 2015

Welcome to the last day of February. As if you had a choice, right.

And weather? Paugh – we have some. A little. The government thinks we’ll have more. Of course, they do:

The emergency accident reporting plan is in effect for the City of Wichita and Derby (NOT Sedgwick County). If there are no injuries, no impaired drivers, or wrecked vehicles, drivers involved should exchange contact and insurance information.

Within 24 hours of the accident, the drivers involved must file a report at Wichita City Hall, or a Wichita Police substation between 8 a.m. and 5 p.m. or on the Wichita Police Department website at www.wichita.gov.

Snow over ice. Always good for a laugh. I was happy last night when the ice showed a face and then faded to the east. The snow isn’t heavy, just light dustings, hour after hour.

There is a good thing in all of this, however. I have an excuse to think about fencing and not really do anything about it. I love thinking.

For those that don’t know, Branson MO is a tourist meca. Many of the country stars make a living entertaining down there. It is pretty and now, like so much, is over grown with people and instead of natural beauty it has the bottled kind. Make up on he’s and she’s as thick as the over hyped spot of appeal.

Where I’m going with that is; I’ve now been informed by three different voices on the telephone I’ve won a partial paid visit to the tourist traps of beautiful Branson. This happens on occasions. So far I’ve keep my temper and only informed them that Branson was much more appealing twenty years ago when I was pimping for a hospital worker that needed extra cash – which, while not true, seems to shut up the callers and earns me a hang up.

Not all bad, is it.

I wonder how long it’ll be before my number is expunged from all caller lists.

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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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