Saturday, July 09, 2016

We’ve had one day to assess damage and what not after a tornado visited the county seat:

50 homes and businesses damaged after twister in Eureka, Kansas; state of emergency declared

The local High School calls their athletic teams The Tornados. Humm, I might have second thoughts of that.

We had a tornado go through about ten years ago, about the time near neighbors borther married (it lasted about three months, after a two month separation). That tornado was like the marriage, it didn’t amount to a great deal. It followed the highway = Hwy 54, the yellow brick road, named after that story. It lifted before it hit the city limits, but it livened up so many lives in its brief visibility.

The one before that, in this area, was about twenty years ago. It destroyed the farm home of a very nice guy. Killed his wife. He never re-built out there. He moved to the village and after a couple of years re-married. He farmed out there and he died of a ruptured spleen a week or so after a vehicle accident in Wichita. That was about two years after his new marriage.

Nice guy. We miss him around here. His second wife sold off all the properties and departed the area.

Without knowing the extent of the damages in Eureka, I opted to go grocery shopping in the county south of me. It was the better decision I made yesterday, I suppose. I’d hate to be though a gawker and a crow of some sort and, for sure, I’m in no business of repairing some of those buildings.

Which makes me itch, of course, to jump into the truck and go see what’s what, regardless.


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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