Saturday, July 13, 2013
Saturday: Time to go to town.
It's Saturday morning , and I have to go into town. I'd just as soon not, but once a week I go in and see if there's anything there I need. We have a farmers depot, and I stop by there and drink a cup of coffee with other silver backs. Then I go to the feed store, pick up some chicken scratch, and have another cup of coffee or two. After that, to Walmart. Once in a blue moon I can find some ammo there I want. My stores of ammunition, accumulated over the last 30 years, are adequate for any foreseeable needs. I still buy it though, because I can. Not a good reason I suppose but there it is. After Walmart, I go to a little hole in the wall cafe in town for lunch. This is where the town police and the county Sheriff's deputies eat, and I know most of them so it's an opportunity to hear what's going on.
After lunch, I head towards home but I stop at a gas station / grocery store a friend owns. I usually sit on the bench out front and have a coke, with other people doing the same thing. He has the place fixed up pretty nicely for customers to spend a bit of time visiting.
Then I head on home and the day is about over. It's an arduous life but " a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do."