Saturday, June 04, 2016

Some pundits and reporters seem to be falling all over themselves searching for adjectives to describe Ali – now that he has died.

The entire shooting match boils down to a man doing what he liked, as he could, as often as he could.

However. . .

I’m reminded that a deal is made of he being a draft dodger.

I’m also reminded that John Wayne was a draft dodger and wasn’t imprisoned. Wayne’s punishment was creating the ten war movies for the government. Of course, not ten were made to support the war effort. One can see what the movies actually did for Waynes career.

Ali went on and did what he did, eventually.

Both men had a common trait, other than not wishing war, both were good people inside. That characteristic came through to folks about them and earned admiration and in some cases, veneration.

A pity, in a way, our pug nastic presidential candidates can’t show some of that in public.

Both will be missed for those who remember.

Seg: The lady without hands and feet. No update on her published effort. I spent an hour trying to find information on it, but nothing was working in my favor this morning. Will continue looking.

Seg: I had a man over to examine the poison ivy along the back fence. He agreed that it was serious, but felt if I used 2, 4D I shouldn’t have a problem with killing the trees. Just spray in the mornings before the dew dries was best.

We sprayed about twenty yards along the fence line, finding something he called saducu (whatever the heck that is). He assured me that it is as bad as ivy for being intrusive and that it looks like Rose of Sharon. Stiwickers, but a great deal more viney. It will take over a fence row in a heart beat.


2,4D can control that also.

Seg: And finally, the dog is getting better. He has almost recovered from hurting his front leg. Sucker is tough as nails. Never complained


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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