Wednesday, December 07, 2016

Yes. I remember the Day.

I also remember the headlines of the papers some time before The Day. There was arguing about the selling of scrap iron to the Japanese. I also remember  gathering up spare pots and pans to turn in to the government after the war started because the papers headlines said there was a shortage of metal to help the war effort.  And I remember the headlines of the Victory. And the B-17 piloted by the “of age” son of the family I was staying with making the low pass over the house just after his re-assignment orders to Europe came through.

He made it home. Opened an AandW Root Beer stand. I had my first root beer float at that stand. Yummy.

I don’t have a memory of what happened to that son. The family lost the farm some what later and I was too young to bother to keep contact with  “old folks.”

Yep. I remember.


Can You Delete Yourself From The Internet?

The headlines from Bob Rankin’s current post. His discussion is eye opening. Almost a “if you grin, you’re in.” essay.

As a matter of fact . . .


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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