Sunday, July 10, 2016

I think we’ve found and/or reached the upper limits of the damaged property in the recent tornado:

Nearly 150 structures damaged in Eureka, Kansas as tornado cleanup continues

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:

Andra Stefanoni: Prairie Spirit Trail offers 52 miles of riding · 3h

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.

Nor mine.

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.

Nope.

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,

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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