Monday, December 07, 2015

Today’s date is famous, yesterday was THE day.

Thanks to all that were there,  and those still there.

Quiet. Peaceful. Actually, until the dra-mama handed out his drivel it was a very good day. A good weekend, even.

I’m not overly convinced the College Bowl game selectors did the one hundred percent correct thing, but I can live with it. I’m still pissed that the Rose Bowl isn’t the championship game, but, hey, not everyone thinks any team on the West side of the Rockies even knows what football is all about.

You noticed I haven’t mentioned the Redskins for, well, a little while? They’re playing the unwashed soon. Maybe the cowboys wash, maybe, once in a while, maybe it’s just the boots. You know, walking where they do and all.

Oh. Before I forget, what with all the football this weekend. I threw a blurb about a school person having trouble. There was a follow-up in the local news – sandwiched in among teenagers getting shot by the police and murders and stuff:

Wichita school psychologist, husband make first appearances in court

UPDATE: Shelly Moore and her husband Frank Moore made their first appearances in Saline County Court Monday morning. They both appeared via video feed to hear formal

Makes a person think the husband is the perp, all alone.

Warm. Warming. Going to be spring soon. One of the blogs in the reader mentioned that his location (England), that the trees were budding. I’m not into the Global Warming thing – mostly because years and years ago I questioned the government placing those weather stations next to jet runways, atop buildings in large towns and along highways with heavy traffic.

“Wont that sque2 the accuracy of the instruments:”, I asked the man, and he said” “Oh, yeah. But that’s where they ordered the thing placed.”

History. I love it.


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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