Small Towns

Living in a small town you rely on the local newspaper to keep you informed. I particularly enjoy the police reports section. A few weeks ago a local man was arrested for shooting dragonflies with his shotgun and accidently shot his buddy in the head! I’m not sure if he was charged with shooting the dragonflies, or his buddy. If he were a celebrity, probably shooting the dragonflies would be the charge.

This week a woman was arrested for beating her daughter with a broom. The young girl had been suspended from school for a day for cutting class. Her mother found out about it, a few days later. She took her broom to the high school, found her daughter, and began to wear her out with the broom. The police report said the woman was arrested and the broom confiscated for evidence!

Small towns, you can’t make this stuff up!

Side note:
My wife is in charge of settling her mother’s estate; I asked her if she had a realtor yet, her answer “yes Wally, from Andrews Feed and Seed”.
Small towns…..

Not everything that smells bad is!

Not everything that smells bad is! For example; egg salad, turnip greens, tuna.
I had to be reminded of that after two weeks of Pastors’ camp with our children and middle school.
Most of what I smelled was bad! I’m not talking about the food! When you get the pleasure of camping with young men, it takes you a good week at home to enjoy the regular smells of life.

Realization: if you go to camp, expect the bathroom floor to be wet! Why is that? Someone needs to invent a shower curtain for camps that cannot come out of the shower!

Question: Why is there always a sock, a towel, and a pair of dirty underwear left that no one claims?

Oh well, it was worth it all to see these young lives changed. Sign me up again!?