Saturday, August 29, 2015

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.

Go figure.

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,

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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