Tuesday, June 23, 2015

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,

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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