Saturday, May 14, 2016

Difficult day.

I’m on the horns of . . . trying to decide whether to write bad news, funny news or fiction. I’ll probably settle for the bad news first:

EUREKA, Kan. (KAKE) — A seven-year-old girl died Tuesday after drowning near the Fall River Bridge in Eureka.

Greenwood County Sheriff Rusty Bitler said first responders went to the bridge at 4:48 p.m., and found an adult male clinging to a log in the Fall River, below a dam. The girl was partially submerged under the water.

The girl was pronounced dead at Greenwood County Hospital. There’s no word on the man’s condition.

That place is a favorite fishing spot for the locals. I’ve not fished the bridge, but do fish the river on a weekly basis (barring winter weather, of course).

The village is putting in that new water system, as written here. The money for the system came on an 80/20 loan/grant basis.

The company that is putting in the system puts in quite a few of these systems on a low bid basis. The company like the projects and the government likes their work, and with the emphasis being place on water in the state the government forces the small villages to take these loan/grants, well, almost.

They do pressure in all ways possible the villages to take them. Us, they condemned our water supply weekly, and sent all the residents letters monthly telling us how bad our water supply was.

We took the grant/loan, the company doing the work bid seven hundred thousand under and is performing the wor. That company complained that they kept hitting the village sewer system, or thinking they might, and complained to the state about overtime, cost over runs and stuff. 

The state called the village and told them why not give the contractor that seven hundred and make them happy?

The village said, why don’t we pay off the loan part of the grant/loan? The state said no. Well, Why don’t we invest the seven in  the village water plant up grade. The State said no, the money must be used IN the village.

The state said those contractors are complaining. The village happened, several months ago, to purchase a sewer screw, used to clean out the sewer lines. The snake on the rig is twelve hundred feet long.

The village told the state that instead of paying the contractor seven hundred thousand, we’d loan them one of of the village men and the snake and they, with their sewer finding abilities they were already using, could find the snake as it travelled along the sewer and that way the contractors wouldn’t be punching holes in our sewer when they drilled.

The plan works very well. In fact the work is progressing ahead of schedule.

The village, however, cannot pay down the loan/grant; they cannot up-grade the water plant; they cannot use the seven hundred thousand in any way except within the village; and they don’t know what the hell to do with the money.

Cause, for sure, the state isn’t going to let them keep it.

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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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