Friday, May 13, 2016

Among the activities yesterday was a stop by the church. Some of the local gentry were hanging about gabbing.

The topic of interest was the near neighbors brother, who is still in jail. As a side note, Renter said that the near neighbor had stopped him the other day and had told Renter he, near neighbor, was happy that his brother was in jail and that was the best place for him, and that as far as he was concerned, the brother could stay there.

Anyhow, the local gentry told the rumor that the brother was caught with some of the items taken in the burglary two, three weeks back. One of the items taken, the GPS locator receiver, was valued at forty grand, which moves the theft into the Grand Theft category. Not counting the other items taken with a value almost equal, taken as a whole, as the locator.

The brother has evidently acted as his ingrained wont; he dropped the dime on a cousin as an accomplice. The kid is the son of brothers uncle.

There is no rumor of the disposition of the kid, nor any word of the other items recovered as yet, just the GPS.

As previously reported here, brother dropped the dime on three meth cookers, two of whom were killed by the police and one who killed the sheriff and is now in jail for life.

I suppose the most surprising thing is the near neighbor. He is acting like he would like to be friendly, and on equal terms, with the local good guys. A far cry from his previous life style.

I suppose he is running out of no-goodniks to befriend.

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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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