Thursday, November 26, 2015

I’m minded of a thing a woman screamed on the telly one time:


It is Thanksgiving Day; my ham is thawing well and will be ready for the pan when I wish; we have THREE football games this year. Three! I give thanks. Dog is lazy, the weather right now is warm – although the weather pukes are pessimistic, saying there is ice in the OK panhandle coming East.

Still I’m thankful. The house is snug, I have food, the neighbors are not shooting at me, the police are out in force in the major cities and even the protesters have a “Cause” to be out and about.

All is well in Gotham.


Larned food pantry closed after being burglarized overnight

– ‎11 hours ago‎

The Helping Hands Pawnee County Food Pantry is closed for the holidays after police say a man broke-in, stole food, bled on it and tried to start a fire.

I suppose a fellow needs an example to contrast his thankfulness against. Humm?

I hope all the readers out there have a day of peace and tranquility, joy of family; if no family then friends.  We have a pretty good nation here.


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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