Saturday, September 05, 2015

The bar closed last evening, and half the cars showed up at the ball field to stock the concession stand with booze and soft drinks.

Wasn’t too bad. It took an hour to unload ten cases of each , estimated you understand. Looks to be a good time Saturday evening.

Disappointing weekend. It always is this time of year. I have a choice between NASCAR and College Football.

The bad part is the football games I really would like to see are on during the NASCAR races.

The calves ingestion of water has risen as the weather cools. More active. Just a note. Nothing unusual.

And the villlage slowly fills with young people. Boys on four wheelers, girls in shorts and their version of wife beater shirts.

One poor man, out for his early morning exercise was attacked by the dogs two doors up. The man had sense enough to stop running and stared the dogs down. I did notice that the owner of one of the dogs disappeared back home rather quickly thereafter.

The kid is the son of the meth head that was on the council. Haven’t seen her around lately, but the kid running about pretty well spells good news for that family.

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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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