Wednesday, April 15, 2015

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.

Wichita man sentenced for trafficking six tons of pot

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,

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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