Friday, April 15, 2016

 

041216 concert Sunday photo 

Tallgrass Express invites the public to a free outdoor concert at 2 p.m. Sunday. The occasion is “to celebrate the beautiful first regrowth of the tallgrass prairie after spring burning.”

The band will play a variety of music including their original songs by Flint Hills balladeer Annie Wilson, and other fun, classic western swing tunes.

llgrass Express invites the public to a free outdoor concert at 2 p.m. Sunday. The occasion is “to celebrate the beautiful first regrowth of the tallgrass prairie after spring burning.”

The band will play a variety of music including their original songs by Flint Hills balladeer Annie Wilson, and other fun, classic western swing tunes.

The net was down again today. It went down immediately after I received an eMail from the provider telling me to look for bigger and better thinghs from them.

The has to be some justice in that.

Yesterday the water went out. That had been expected and I’d purchased two five gallon water bottles. Dog didn’t care for the bottled water. The construction project for the water system seems to be going apace. The village is hog wild to improve the roads. All agree that we do not need the pavement, but still object to the pot holes.

We have, within the village, a man that runs the grader for the county. He is on retainer by the township to drive the grader for township every so often. He retired eight years ago from his tire repair business and has been occupied part time for a friend on the friends farm.

The village tried to get me to volunteer to care for some of our roads for freebies. I refused. Two of the councillors bitched at me for a year or more and I finally suggested that they had a grader and two village men to do maintenance and why not use they all for road maintenance.

They said the maintenance men didn’t know how to use the grader.

I got obnoxious and suggested the village spend some money and hire the township driver to teach the maintenance men the rudiments, with periodic followups of the trade and turn the maintenance men loose on our roads for practice  – they could hardly do worse than the present condition.

They must have thought that one over because I’ve seen the maintenance men working on the roads and the roads are improving somewhat. At least those without pavement.

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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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