Help Wanted at the KHP
“We’re having a lot more retirements than we are having recruits successfully complete our academy right now,” said Trooper Chad Crittenden.
Something to think about, isn’t it?
I’ve seen several of those fellows (and women) around town when things go south. Over dose? A trooper responds. Accident? Generally a deputy when it is on a dirt road, but don’t be surprised if a trooper shows at a major intersection to clear the way. Fires, same same.
Baltimore is doing their cops wrong. When the cops shrug and turn their backs, societal rules crumble. Anarchy isn’t had to spell. It is damn difficult to live in, however.
Got some tractor time in. Big bails needed sorting out. Some to the barn lots for winter feed, some to the storage rows for sale; some for the neighbors that do in kind work or the share cropper that takes some of his share in hay.
It’s funny how the same field can yield a fifteen hundred pound bail that handles at so many different weights.
The councilor across the road got a good crop again this year. Not as good as six years ago, but a whole lot more than the past three or four. He’s not into the straw recently, and this year might not have an over abundance of wheat, anyhow.
We’re looking for some rain. That’s weird speak, after the spring was so wet, but the ground is developing cracks again. About an inch deep, most of them, and usually four or five inches long.
Which reminds me, I have to get the well in operation before the calves start bawling for water.
From the reaches,