Seems I’m gittin’ enough years on me that there’s too many dead folks traipsin’ through my weary memory. Apparently extractin’ small pleasures, sneakin’ in at their leisure and firin’ up my! shaky ole synapse’s? Remindin’ me at will of our prior earthly (living) relationships?

 Fines, penalties, jail and more, Oh my! If you can’t control the firebug in ya, you’re about to get burned by much more than sparks from your backyard fire pit (not sure you’ll even git to keep a fire pit!). If enacted, this might even spread to other townships?

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 How many ballfields does it take to learn Readin’, Writin’ an’ ‘Rithmetic?!

 Change!  Change?  Change.  Change you can believe in! Change in direction! Change for the better! Chan.., crap, I mean crapshoot!

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Chapter 12: In Which I Bid A Fond Farewell

 So there was another township meetin’ the other night, but I didn’t go. I did read reports in the paper.

Chapter 11: In Which I (Fail To) Put Away Childish Things

 Walking (stumblin’) along beside the wagon I gazed up at him. Swayin’ astride the tongue rails of a hay wagon.

The Incredible Shrinking Woman

Chapter 10: In Which I Test the Limits of Free Association, and Bash Sex In the City

 I’m not sure which weekend is better? Presidents Day (was Washingtons birthday), Columbus Day (we picked a day), Labor Day (our own people/workers day) Memorial Day (Decoration Day) are all big weekends. I mean we actually get three days in a row to do just as we please.

Chapter 9:

In Which I Conquer My Mortal Nemeses

 Like so many folks these days, I finally got my chance to spend some time in jail. Upon arrival, a couple burly gentlemen in starched white shirts calmly observed my check-in.

Chapter 8: In Which I Run For My Life