Tuesday, September 01, 2015

I know, for some, those with working parents especially, Welcome back to school. It isn’t quite fall yet, but getting there.

Opened the webbrowser, Google News, Local, and was greeted by a man getting 24 years in prison and another getting twenty-three.

That seemed rather rude, although I didn’t choke on breakfast. That’s a lot of years. The next item? Well, it seemed the Garden City Camel died. That was bad news.

I settled on:

Roys bringing Canadian bluegrass sound to Walnut Valley Festival

That seemed more or less upbeat.

Umm. Yeah. I know.

Still, it does highlight the season. We’re having lots of these music fest’s in just about any town with a population more than dead.

We’ve got a minor jam fest scheduled in the Labor Day stuff here in the village.

More mundane items, locally, include the midnight return of the whistler. He has a new four note tune.  Of course, he repeats the four notes over and over. Original he  ain’t. But give him credit for changing up once a year or so. His friend the cat fight specialist? Well, lhe got one started and then choked out. He swallowed his second attempt. Poor sod.

I’m not sure whether I should have started laughing or turned on the porch light. Turning on the light would have ruined the surprise I’ve prepared for another of the window peekers.

Although, come to think of it, the one I’m after with that surprise hasn’t been about much since his father died and he has actually had some responsibility laid upon him.

Life in a small village.

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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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