Thursday, October 15, 2015

I’ve mentioned my dislike for the school system from time to time; and, honestly, I’m well beyond school age. That doesn’t mean I don’t pay attention to the system, however. I’m a tax payer and they take up an unusual space on the tax form.

I’ve grumped about the emphasis on white collar jobs and supervisory positions. At least not at the 98% levels educators would have one believe. I watch NASCAR because gas can holders, tire changers and wrenches are deemed necessary and are front and center for all to watch their contributions to the effort.

Well, among other things about NASCAR.

So when I come across win/win between supervision and worker levels for the community benefit I enjoy it.

Try that one for a neat compromise and hidden in the body is another swap. The Sheriff’s departments are thinking. For Sure..


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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