Monday, September 21, 2015

It is a gray day. I threw the dog out this morning about dawn and dragged him back in for breakfast an hour later, wet.

Wet, I say, and it wasn’t raining and the area, while not clear, didn’t seem all that foggy. Just to be sure my senses were in order, I stepped out side for twenty minutes and came back in wet.

Reminded me of the mechanic in Alaska being told by a pilot that the oil pressure on the plane he was assigned was reading zero and he was bringing the plane home. The mechanic met the plane on the ramp and the pilot got out, told the mechanic again about the oil pressure and walked off.

The mechanic got in the plane and took off again. He landed the plane in the tundra about a quarter mile south of the airport when the engine failed. No lubricant.

Any how, I came in damp and validated Dogs point of view. Sometimes it pays to check further, and sometimes it pays to check in other places.


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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