The old station opened on time, on date. Lots of people showed up.
I found out that she ran out of pies yesterday, and from the number of cars and trucks parking along the road and around the corner she should run out again today.
The little place is crammed.
Finished up my fair share of the road and barr ditch cleaning and grass cutting getting ready for the Labor Day thingy. The guys tried to con me into doing the ball park.
Fat chance of that.
There is three over there now running about in large circles. I have noticed that the church hasn’t been as successful this year in recruiting bodies to do the work about town. We support three people to cut grass, repair roads and care for the water system and they still need that fifty man volunteer force to keep the public property trim and neat.
Dear The Donald.
You have certainly gotten the attention of Mexico. They are now dictating to our courst to whom we must give citizenship.
Which brings up an idea – “Why do we have to issue American Birth Certificates to forge in parents children?”
“Why not simply issue the birth certificate in the names and nationalities of the parents home town?”
From the reaches,