Thursday, March 10, 2016

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,

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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