Monday, March 09, 2015

I’ve always thought saying “I told you so.” was a bad habit. If only from the perspective of paybacks are hell.

But . . .

Some few days ago I made a remark in these pages that Wichita was grass tolerant, or words to that effect.

And now . . .

Kansas Attorney General threatens to sue over Wichita‘s marijuana proposal

The Kansas Attorney … Third, he notes that local rules would conflict with state law – stating the city has no legal authority to adopt the ordinance. In a letter to the city attorney, Schmidt says those who petitioned the

Ah, how times change.

Once upon a time ago I flew out of a small Wichita airport. The airport wasn’t in Wichita, but had many fledglings flying out of the field and hanging about. One in particular offered me head if I bought him grass. Which was well beyond my particular morality, then and now.

Still . . .

Well I’m getting carried away. The point is these high flying folks would disappear for a day or so with an aircraft, reappearing with without notice and tell me tales of Bill and Hillary, and grass. And other stuff.

We even had a couple of WSU professors that flew out of the field and one of them had high desires. He wanted to find a place and cultivate Quaalude; and  for long enough to realize enough to retire – from everything. And he’d throw up his hands and turn in a circle and walk off.

Weird folks. They did, however, teach me a side of life  I’d never seen, really, and about stuff I’d never care to know – although, looking back and sifting the past beyond that environment into wealthy living, it was interesting. Especially considering how a couple of the more (cough) cultivated folks made their fortunes. During law practice.

Well. That’s past. Currently, I hope, I’ve let the local LE know that their fishing sting comments are Randyfied.

I hope that comment is simply taken at value and let go.


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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