I have two blurbs from the local news agencies today. I’ll get to them.
I also had a fun time with the electrical unit attached to the computer. It fried itself. It did that very quietly and the first indicator I had of troubles was a fading screen. I checked the battery levels in the laptop and it was operating at eight percent – which is a level below workable.
Um. Then I started looking. It will take another day or so to replace the stuff that was fried. I’m not sure if the root problem is the heater motor and its circuit or if the power companies switching back and forth on the lines create power surges I’m unable to handle.
Now to find an electrician.
Over the weekend past, the sheriff’s office has been busy. Eleven people were taken into custody for possession and distribution. The local paper had neat color pictures of leach in a row across the top of the front page as a headline.
Also this week a small town, though considerably larger than my village, and onei in which I use to work, had a eleven person bust for like charges as our bunch. Different county, yes, but same charges.
The country life is really bitten by the mentally detached.
About five years ago now there was an advertisement in the local paper to be on the lookout for a ratty looking cube truck. An advertisement placed by the operators of the truck.
The truck showed up as advertised and dozens gathered about money went into the truck and trash bags of wacky weed came out. The truck disappeared.
In the next edition of the local paper the sheriff published a warning for citizens to watch for a ratty looking truck as it was known to be selling wacky weed.
There were no arrests, of course.
Yesterday I saw that self same ratty looking truck, with a new ratty looking paint job bearly hiding the old ratty looking paint job, parked over at the trucking concern. The driver of the ratty looking truck was huddled with the mechanic of the trucking concern. The mechanic is slowly taking over the drug trade in the village, and still uses the near neighbor as a mule, though not quit as much as formerly.
I think I’ll check the local papers ad section to see if the ratty looking truck is still advertising – although the recent busts may make him more cautious.
From the reaches,