Longtime Wichita television personality R.J. Dickens was in the emergency room Monday night after being …
Well, there is still some doubt as to the quality of the broadcasts, I suppose. It could have been the cologne.
Snow is on the way out Two days of clear skies, little wind has turned the snow into mud. The weather nodders indicate that the weekend has a good chance of bad storms, some storms, but colder for sure.
That’s a nod to winter.
Dog gave me the hang dog face last night while I was fixing hamburgers for myself. I fell for the sad eyed routine. Gave him half a burger
This morning at five-thirty a.m. sharp I find sixty pounds of slpbber on my chest reminding me that it is normal time – get up, get up.
Each urging encouraged by another slobbery swipe.
He didn’t get a burger for breakfast. Just the same old, same old dried food.
He didn’t appear that hungry. Poor thing.
I had breakfast steak and eggs. He went outdoors. It was cold.
The county got another new deputy sheriff. It’s amazing how many of the deputies want to be first a patrolman and then directly into the Sheriff’s job. Few of them can name all the county commissioners, have a monies backer known to the general populous, have anything beyond a H.S. GED and a smattering of education in criminal justice from the State police (I think that’s a two week course).
Some how the deputies that get defeated in the elections for the Sheriff’s office don’t understand being respected by the no=goodnics is no recommendation for the higher office so they quit the force and move to another area and make the same effort again.
They seem to forget they trail their baggage with them. Without adding further education to their resume.
From the reaches,