10.30.2009

gravity wagon

wanted a small gravity wagon that might be sitting in your trees or not used any more. any where between 150-250 bushels. need fixing ok let me know what you have and price. will also consider just the box. have access to running gear. thanks

Craigslist South Dakota

PS: who doesn't need a gravity wagon
PPS: that would be a cool band name

10.24.2009

grouse with a stick

my brother just told me a story. our older brother, too young at the time, asked Mom if he could take grandpa's shotgun out to hunt grouse.
she said, hell no
dejected, older brother walked out along the country road and happened upon a car-killed grouse. past it's prime. grub infested. he found a stick in the ditch, poked it into the dead bird and carried it home.
he took the impaled dead bird home, walked into the kitchen and said "look Mom, I got a grouse with a stick". Mom didn't miss a beat, she said "you clean it, I'll cook it."

10.22.2009

who's gonna watch

this song is for my mom - hi mom

10.17.2009

finally sold the legos

even though it took almost two hours, we sold them dang legos at the 11th street rummage sale. these were non-conforming legos, abnormally big legos in pastel colors. horrifically ugly. someone put them in ziploc freezer bags. there were four bags visible and we started at two bucks a bag, hence an asking price of eight dollars, cash.
my associate and i worked the rummagers individually and in groups. she, having the better business mind, determined our price exceeded value so we dropped the price to five bucks. it wreaked havoc on our margin but at least someone else would have to throw them away or give them away "used". sorta like hand-me-down underwear. uh, thanks grandma.
finally, we got a nibble, then a bite. my associate (Heather) set the hook and we reeled the rummager in at four bucks. it was then that a fifth bag was discovered. having a lawyerly bent, i asserted verbal rescission of contract based on mistake in fact regarding the essential terms.
it was no go. the rummager was prepared for the possibility of rescission and had prepared her argument in advance. she cited south dakota codified law regarding verbal "arrangements" with respect to yard/rummage sales, to wit: All Sales Are Final Regardless. No contractual obligations have been created by the offer or acceptance. South Dakota jungle-monkey-style law.
things were not going well with our venture so i faked left then darted right towards my truck to get my skinning knife and gun. unfortunately i didn't get very far before the rummager's accomplice got a foot in that sent me sprawling. you can still see the dent in the door of the neighbor's truck.
at this point i can only relate what i've been told. i lost consciousness for some time, maybe an hour or so. when i recovered, i guess i kept mumbling, "save the legos, save the legos'.
but heather had already sold all five bags for four bucks. killed our margin. our profit for the day was just about enough to buy a single peanut. if they were still sold individually.

10.16.2009

laundry at the conoco

i don't particularly like doing laundry but at some point it becomes a necessity if you want to travel about without arousing suspicion. i didn't want to arouse a great deal of suspicion or draw undue attention so i bucked up. i got a roll of quarters at the bank with my debit card and headed for the laundromat because where i'm hiding right now does not include the on site convenience.
i loaded up my truck and headed for the conoco station where you can either do your own laundry or pay and leave it to have it done. i wasn't aware of the second option until i got there or i probably would have paid someone else to do it. i'm lazy when it comes to laundry.
i wasn't able to find my iPod so i was bereft of tunes. i didn't bring a book either (not thinking, i guess). so i sat and stared intently at the wall during the wash cycle simply wishing the time away. then i moved my chair and watched the clothes tumble about through the glass window in the dryer. i imagined a david and goliath scenario as the jeans seemed to be fighting the socks. it was touch and go with all the tumbling and what have you. socks seemed to have an edge. jeans just flopped about lazily.
then a portly, poorly-dressed, scarf-headed-middle-aged lady came in with her laundry in white garbage bags. she gave me a sideways glance. it wasn't a friendly glance. like the transylvanian evil eye. i remained absolutely motionless, sighing occasionally as the socks infiltrated and eventually dominated the jeans. this seemed to concern her even more. the sighing, that is. sensing this, i took it up a level and began constructing a fort from the empty laundry carts. i blocked her access to the soap vending machine.
she left hurriedly. seems she told on me. the attendant came to survey the scene. needless to say, i'll have to do my next load at the other laundromat.
i promise i'll be good.

10.14.2009

kooky

I'm kooky in love with a girl so I'm posting this song for her. I have to leave town in two weeks and she can't come with me. I suppose I figure I'll cry like a baby. But even so, I love it all. Love it all. Love it all.
And always will.

The Kooks
Love It All


10.07.2009

fishin' nickels from the urinal

Left phoenix on the 202, caught the 17 north, cut east at flagstaff, gassed up in Winslow. I-40 to Albuquerque. I-25 north to Santa Fe. Shootin' for Pueblo, Colorado. Truck was loaded tight. Willie in a cage beside me.
Stopped again in Las Vegas, NM. Just to fill the tank. But I was running out of gas and grabbed a motel room instead of driving on. I was thirsty though and after scoring a room key, decided to locate a cold beer amongst the local populace. It didn't take me very long.
Bar was full. It was karaoke night. Three tacos for a dollar. A lot of cowboy hats. Seemed cool though, so I headed for the bar. Had three beers there and realized I should inspect the Men's Room before I had another. It was just left of the pool table.
I ventured in but there was something of a line so I stood back and held my place. I said to the cowboy standing next to me, "How do I move ahead in the line?"
He said, "You don't. But when you get there,if you want to hold your place, 'just pretend your fishing nickels from the urinal."