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.
From the reaches,