Saturday, May 23, 2015

The Salvation Army might have to pull out of Arkansas City because its building is in the process of being sold, according to two members of the Salvation Army board of advisors.

The building that the Salvation Army currently operates out of, located at 318 N. Summit St., apparently will be torn down eventually to build a fuel center for Dillons, board members said they were told.

The board members did not want to be named because the deal has not been made final, and they were not authorized to discuss it.

Here’s hoping all works out well. I’m more inclined to donate to the Army than I am to the Red Cross – simply because the Federal Government has made the Red Cross an arm of the gov.

I’m setting in for a couple of days of racing. Not every week we get so many laps anymore.

Having said that, the following race is pretty abusing just thinking about it:

Extreme Race’s Allure Is Simple: 200 Miles of Gravel

EMPORIA, Kan. — Rick Becker rode away from the starting line outside the historic Granada Theater at 6 a.m., the day just beginning to break in the scenic Flint Hills. By the time he crossed the finish line 17 hours

Have you ever seen the seat on those bikes? I mean, really? I dream of the old motorcycle seats; wide, deep and comfortable. Not those safe ride things they have now.

More rain.

The calves remain looking healthy. Renter brought feed today and was impressed. He knows I look after the stock, but was still surprised, with no cover, how well the animals are fairing.

Had to tell him that if he brought healthy stock, I’d do my best to keep them that way. This bunch, he’s decided, will join his breeding herd. I have all heifer’s. A mix of fall and winter calves. He is being sensible about the breeding program and won’t try to breed these  until next spring.

That should give him some stronger stock. Only one of this bunch has short front legs, but she is a white face/limo mix, and looks very strong. A bit of a mask on her and no eye problems evident.

Stay well, drive safe and enjoy the BBQ is possible.


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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