The last day of the Labor Day stuff in the village. It’ll culminate in the beef drawing tonight.
Mean while, there’s the free breakfast and the watermelon feed this afternoon, after the parade of kids, electable wantabees, old cars, and current trucks at Bill’s place. Turttle races, and around noon a Gospel Sing.
Last night the ball diamond was active until about 1 A.M.. Not too bad at all. Dog lay in the grass and watched, occasionally whinny as the kids cavorted about. He’s a sociable sort.
The other day I saw one of our more notable sorts running about the village with a light green 4 wheeler. He didn’t seem happy to be seen, but, hey, run about on public streets and your advertising.
Wondered where he got the money to purchase such a nice machine.
This morning I read the paper that came last Thursday. Seems to have been a light green 4 wheeler stolen from a town about thirty miles north. In the same article it indicated that a battery from a truck had been stolen the same night.
A white truck that hasn’t been running for several days appeared at near neighbors the other day. The driver of the truck the near neighbors brother. Oddly, it was he that was driving the 4 wheeler.
No. No. No direct knowledge.
From the reaches,