Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Very well then, I plead ignorance. Stupidity, even.  Maybe some un-worldly experience or . . . well, whatever.

Now what brought all this on?


I like to read. And sometimes blog. Or even write – but I’m running out of people to write to, or at least people that will tolerate my style of prose. Uhmph.

So I read this:

Approved- Commissioners donate Google tank to Bartlesville Fire

Now, I haven’t a clue what a Google tank is. Not one.

So. I googled Google tank,

And came away with oddles of graphic tanks related with Google Games. The search pages finally gave me pictures of a culvert sized Google Tank image.


Which caused me to re-assess my definition of ‘tank’ by several degrees of lechery, and to disabuse myself of the idea that the article pertained to (within reason) to games, road culverts, oil field apparatus, and most of all, I still don’t have a clue as to a Google tank.

And I’m afraid I have begun to regret the old saying, “If you have to ask the price, you cannot afford it.”

Even though the town is giving them away free.


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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