Special for those of you in the South.
Oh, my. That's a good one.
A woman’s adult son was talking to his mom while walking around Target. His mom said something about not being a fan of Jesus (the biblical one).
The truth is evident.
This reminded me of a weird story from the early 1960's. The mailman didn't stop at the mailbox one day, but drove up to the house. My mother walked out to greet him assuming he had a large package or something to be signed. What he had was a letter with a Phoenix, Arizona return address. The address simply, said "Uncle Paul, _______, Kansas" My mother knew it was her sister's address so accepted it. This was a case of the postmaster of our little post office who only had a few people named Paul to consider happened to know we had relatives in Phoenix.
My sister once moved in our hometown, population 1600, and got mail at her new location before going to fill out the change form.
A recent rerun of The Beverly Hillbillies featured a visit from the Mayor of Bug Tussle, back home. The Clampett family was thrilled to be honored by his presence. In fact, the Mayor was wanting to get them to hand over a pile of money because the City Treasury had been robbed, leaving no funds. The Mayor explained to Granny that five city officials, which he named off one by one, had conspired to steal the funds. A few sentences later he admitted that he was not only the Mayor, but, held all of the named offices as well.
That describes small town America to a T. One of my fellow school board members is on the city council of his hometown. Two of my fellow school board member's spouses are on the city council of their city. Another fellow school board member is extremely active with the organization that oversees the annual festival in her city. Four of us own and operate our own businesses. We recently approved a transfer of a small strip of land from the school district to the County Fair Board when the elected President of both organizations was the same person.
There are many of us who wear different hats depending on which entity someone is asking about, complaining about or praising. That's simply how it works out and pretty much always has around here.
When the day starts like this, go home, go straight to bed.
Certain current and former Nebraskans will understand.
My big brother lived in Moscow, Idaho. I was driving up to see him when I realized I did not know his address. Went to the local post office and asked if they new where a great big guy in a wheel chair lived. Of course they did!
former Nebraskans will understand.
Right on time.
Would have never thought of this question.
