Six tons. Not bad. If one must go, go big. It reminds me that the last BIG bust was a meth cooker/dealer in Wichita. He was interviewed in prison after the trial and he was asked if, considering the sentence, he felt he should have done it. His answer was; yes, and more to the point he would, if freed at that moment, go back to doing it again. He also added that the commercial profits were such that it was worth it.
All of which means that the demand is there and it will be satisfied by someone.
Housekeeper was in today.
She has begun, she relates, that she has started carrying her pistol when she goes grocery shopping at a small town in SE Kansas. She tells me she was accosted by some low life druggies.
We talked a bit, because it wasn’t long ago that she was saying she used the town for shopping because she felt safe there. Times, as she says, have changed.
Being accosted was a nasty verbal assault by four people, men and women, that occurred while she was visiting a friend that lived in the town. The friend said if the her house hadn’t been paid for she would move – the neighborhood was going to hell.
I then asked her about another town just south of the one we had talked about, and she admitted that the town was a haven for dopers and it seemed to be spreading northward.
(I’ve straightened out the directions for us. Housekeeper is a bit dense about directions using the compass – or even just pointing in directions to a referenced spot. She seems quit comfortable in the spot she is standing upon, however, and doesn’t worry about getting lost)
Misty rain today. Marginal as to field work. A case could be made for doing it or not doing it.
From the reaches,