Sunday, January 08, 2017

I’ve returned from my brothers town.

Brother had a kidney removed for cancer. He is now on daily machine care. They have also replaced a heart valve.

I think, without knowing, that ignorance of things medical is a blessing.

I started something when I put in the security cameras. Near neighbors trailer was recovered and then three other places  put in cameras. One of them was a village councilors and showered the cop shack with pictures of things unlawful. The cops have had a deal of fun with the little run wild teens over the the school holiday.

The parents of the shits have clamped down on them and things are almost peaceful.

I don’t expect  the peace to last. It takes a village to raise kids and until some of the super stupid parents smarten up the kids will continue to climb out windows and harass the neighbors.

We don’t even have a place for these kids to  go, really. No public basketball courts, no parks, pinball parlors, nothing.   Most of these kids haven’t a driver llicense and there are no  busses or other transportation.

There airn’t nothing to do.

Except make trouble.


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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1 Response to Sunday, January 08, 2017

  1. In hope your brother makes a full recovery soon, Ten.

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