Honkies
The silver-haired, but still full-of-vigor guys around here are so miserably white-bred, when asking for Pall Mall cigarettes they pronounce them “Pail Mails” as though saying AH is too ethnic. Or, perhaps I have it wrong and they’re still mad about the British and don’t want to sound snooty. I’ll require further research.
Survivalist
A very happy man came into the Bait and Tackle shop eager to talk about archery in the store with a far spread reputation. He was tall, happy, healthy, and strong. At first, I was pleased to be dealing with someone so contented. Of course, I’m not the girl. I just sell gas and cigarettes.…
Independence Day
You can imagine that our lake was very busy this past weekend. I can honestly say that I can’t think of anything funny about this weekend. I think the flood of personalities sucked all of my enthusiasm out. How sad is that? Nap time!
Fisherman
I certainly am overlooked a lot by men to talk to men at the bait and tackle shop, but the sexism doesn’t really bother me because, seriously, what is a little vegan like me going to tell you about fishing and hunting? However, I get three predictable questions. “Do you have any minnows?” “How’s the…
Flaming Poopy Pants
The other day a regular came into the store while I was working the front alone. I had six or seven people in the line and he was about three in. I immediately knew he was there because I had the back of my hand to my nose. After finishing with a customer, I invited…
Country Folk Wisdom
The other day a new friend said to me, “You see, there are two types of people in the world. There’s your Dodge people and your Ford people and each of them think they’re right.”
Hiatus
I have many floral descriptions of why I’ve been absent, but I don’t feel like sharing. Nah, nah, nah, nah. My aunt, and as another aunt pointed out, second mom, passed away last week and though I tried to get there to say goodbye, my choices have taken me too far physically to achieve such…
The Whole Year Inn
I think, but I could be totally wrong, that I’m biting “The Whole Year Inn” from “Leaving Las Vegas” with Nicolas Cage. If I’m wrong, then I’m thinking of a Quinton Terrantino film perhaps themed around Elvis that I don’t quite remember. Regardless, The Whole Year Inn might as well be established right next to…
People Are Strange
When you’re a stranger. Seriously. I know that Jim Morrison loved the desert. That’s why I just don’t like him. I live dangerously close to the “high desert.” Recently, I gave my cd to a girl who said she writes. The local paper here felt like they were too “old” to write a review on…
