I think we’ve found and/or reached the upper limits of the damaged property in the recent tornado:
This count pretty well covers it. Large and small damage.
From time to time, over the course of this blog, I bring up touristy type of stuff. This article covers one of the longer trails:
For I don’t know how long, we’ve had on our family “to-do” list a ride on the Prairie Spirit Trail, a 52-mile stretch of rail bed in Kansas … the longest stretch being between Richmond and Garnett (8.1 miles) and the shortest stretch being …
On the home front the fellow that ran over my fence has been reduced to driving his truck. I note that to demonstrate I observe the glares I’m given standing in my yard watching him drive by.
I must admit that my fence didn’t jump across twenty feet of barr ditch to damage his vehicle and, even though the fence hasn’t been in place as long as his re-worked car has been around, it really wasn’t the fences fault.
I did, however, call the police. I’m confessing that I don’t particularly fond of folks that run over my fences and lock up their cars and run away, leaving the car stuck in the fence and the creek with lots of running water scouring the dirt banks, cutting new chunks of pasture into the drainage.
Not fond at all.
Of course, he has a gripe. Of course he does. He is an under thirty person and the world no longer belongs to his opinion.
Life’s a bitch.
From the reaches,