Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Other than listening to the thunder promise terrific downpours and failing to deliver and paying bills, there isn’t much going on.

So, I’ll up date in general terms that the County Seat is scaling back the tornado activities. The Red Cross is withdrawing their units and those affected people have found, in large part, places out of the rain; the streets are clear, the State has set up two agencies for money matters and life goes along. Stoic and plodding, and countryfied.

Parsons Ks manufactures bullets and other explosives:

A suspected driving under the influence arrest led to the discovery of a live grenade in a vehicle Tuesday evening.

At 6:06 p.m. Tuesday, Parsons police received a call about a vehicle in a ditch that was smoking as the driver tried to get out of the ditch. This was in the 1800 block of Southern.

An officer who arrived to assist investigated and suspected the driver, Joseph Roe Jr., 66, of Parsons, was under the influence. Roe was arrested. During the search of the vehicle, an item was located that appeared to be a hand grenade.    

As a precaution, police requested mutual aid from the Kansas Highway Patrol Bomb Disposal Unit and blocked off a radius around the vehicle until their arrival, according to a release from Police Chief Jason Sharp.

The small grenade was live and it was disposed of without incident

That is an old article I missed. It was jammed in between the tornado articles. The whole thing of a guy that old having a grenade doesn’t surprise me.

Coming back from a combat zone I was suppose to clear customs in the U.S>. I flopped my duffel bag on the counter in front of the customs official, opened it up and bang; out dropped a grenade I’d had nickeled (after having one of the EOD people remove the power and fuse).

The damned grenade landed on its base with a thud and stayed stock still.

I bent down, picked it up, placed it back into the duffel, looked at the customs man – who hadn’t turned a hair; the man chalked the out side of my duffel and pointed to the out door.

I have no idea why I wanted that grenade, nor even what happened to it. But after all the wives and girlfriends (and their boyfriends) I’m sure that some where it lives in a dark space waiting for the rust to over take the wrotiron  carcass.


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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