I’m going to make sure the address of the Gazette is somewhere in this post. That just for anyone that wants to read the whole article.
Me? I loved the Editors Note. Of course, the imposing mother-in-law was the unhappy marriage, I’m almost sure.
Butler County Times Gazette
– 19 hours ago
Editor’s note: This is the first of a two-part series. The conclusion will be in Saturday’s Times-Gazette issue. It is a story of an unhappy marriage, a meddlesome mother-in-law and violent tempers.
You know the old saying: “It’s funny because it’s true.”
The old station opened this morning. This was, I found late last evening, she is having two official openings. One this day and the other on the Labor Day Monday.
The old station, I suppose I should explain, is one of those old building, fewer now, that one could see abandoned along highways and roads. It opened as a gas station, the highway was by-passed as a major road, and the gas station folded.
It reconstituted itself as a small engine repair shop and that folded. It then remained empty for a couple of tens of years and was purchased and sold many times – there is always a group somewhere vie-ing with one another to buy cheap and sell dear, until the fun runs short anyhow.
I use to listen to the group tell one another how they were beaten to a buy, or how one did another in on a deal. Friendly competition, taken dead seriously with real money.
Eventually the old station was purchased by a lesbian lady for a “Day Cabin”. A neighboring property refused to allow an easement across his property for sewer and the village refused to run water across the intersection for a reasonable fee, so the lady sold the house to the speculators again and she moved on.
One of the local farm wives, from Northeast Kansas had seen the old station when she married and her hubby brought her down here. At the time she told her hubby that the old station was hers. It was just like the one her father had.
And so it is. She’s turned it into what she wanted now that her and hubby’s circumstances allow and the neighbor has allowed the sewer and the village the water.
The village went so far as to remind the neighboring property the land the sewer would cross was not his, but village property.
Small towns are like Boards of Education – political in most everything.
As the Valley Girls would say: “Fore suure. Fore suure.”
From the reaches,