 As usual, Zach spent the night with us.  This morning, Travis, Tyler and Dennis were all working on the big truck.  Wyatt came over with Tyler and brought his bike.  He was riding it all over the place and only crashed twice!  Zach rode his bike too, as you can see him in the background.  The dog is just trying to stay out of the way!
As usual, Zach spent the night with us.  This morning, Travis, Tyler and Dennis were all working on the big truck.  Wyatt came over with Tyler and brought his bike.  He was riding it all over the place and only crashed twice!  Zach rode his bike too, as you can see him in the background.  The dog is just trying to stay out of the way!
All the big guys were under the truck most of the time.  I fixed chili and cornbread for lunch, for which they were very
 cornbread for lunch, for which they were very thankful.   They're  working  on the semi that's used to haul grain, getting it ready to go.  When I was out there to see how they were doing all I could see was legs sticking out from under the cab, and tools everywhere!
 thankful.   They're  working  on the semi that's used to haul grain, getting it ready to go.  When I was out there to see how they were doing all I could see was legs sticking out from under the cab, and tools everywhere!
The little guys went to school to help me wash my bus.  It's now the cleanest bus on the lot, and looks great.  I'll be taking it to Mount Pleasant later this evening for a High School Band event.  That's about all that's going on around here.  We expect to be starting harvest very soon.  Travis and Gail's house is coming along.  They're ready to put rafters up next.  Once that's done, it won't take long to get it all enclosed, which will be nice!
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Another Typical Saturday
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Something To Think About
The following story seems doubly appropriate since elections are just a few weeks away.  Read it, and ponder!
While walking down the street one day a US
 senator is tragically hit by a truck and dies.
 His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter
 at the entrance.
 "Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you
 settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom
 see a high official around these parts, you see, so
 we're not sure what to do with you."
 "No problem, just let me in," says the man.
 "Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher
 up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell
 and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to
 spend eternity."
 "Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in
 heaven," says the senator.
 "I'm sorry, but we have our rules."
 And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the
 elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The
 doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a
 green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse
 and standing in front of it are all his friends and
 other politicians who had worked with him.
 Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They
 run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce
 about the good times they had while getting rich at
 the expense of the people.
 They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on
 lobster, caviar and champagne.
 Also present is the devil, who really is a very
 friendly guy who has a good time dancing and
 telling jokes. They are having such a good time that
 before he realizes it, it is time to go.
 Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves
 while the elevator rises...
 The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens
 on heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.
 "Now it's time to visit heaven."
 So, 24 hours pass with the senator joining a group
 of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud,
 playing the harp and singing. They have a good time
 and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone
 by and St. Peter returns.
 "Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another
 in heaven. Now choose your eternity."
 The senator reflects for a minute, then he answers:
 "Well, I would never have said it before, I mean
 heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be
 better off in hell."
 So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes
 down, down, down to hell.
 Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the
 middle of a barren land covered with waste and
 garbage.
 He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking
 up the trash and putting it in black bags as more
 trash falls from above.
 The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around
 his shoulder. "I don't understand," stammers the
 senator. "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf
 course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar,
 drank champagne, and danced and had a great time.
 Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my
 friends look miserable. What happened?"
 The devil looks at him, smiles and says, "Yesterday
 we were campaigning......
 Today you voted."
 
 
