To those of you that have written wondering about my demise .... and to those of you who have wished for it ... I'm still kickin'. I just haven't had a thought to put down worthy of the bandwidth it'd take to publish it. And there was plenty of subject matter in the political world to select from.
I've even started a few with thoughts gleaned from conversations with Clem, Clyde and Chester about the bailouts, spreading the wealth around or cap and trade. However, when I censored the language it was always the same, "that's a bunch of bull s*@#". I could have published a few blogs on what the Stockman coffee crew would like to do to some select members of the administration and/or congress ..... but I'm sure we would have ended up on some Homeland Security watch list.
So I have refrained myself from the keyboard and kept my Blackberry in my pocket. However I guess I can pass on this that happened yesterday.
I was down in the Osage, chasing any rancher that might need one more load of feed or looking for new ones I hadn't met yet. The weather had changed from the spring like sunshine of the weekend to a dull chill aggravated by a very sharp and blustery north wind.
A strange pickup with a cake box was pulling out of a pasture ahead of me. I stopped to meet this new potential as the older small framed rancher was closing the gate. He was fully bundled up in carhart coveralls, a stocking cap underneath a weather beaten hat and sunglasses fitted to a weather beaten face.
"A feed salesman just can't pass a guy with a cake box on his pickup and not stop to introduce himself," I said handing the weathered old rancher my business card. The statement was met with a smile and I knew I had at least a couple minutes to forge a friendship.
I turned up the collar on my jacket as a gust of cold wind howled through the trees. "Dang!" I continued, "I was just getting used to that warmer weather where if you stopped along the road to take a leak, you didn't have to go through 13 layers of clothes to reach it!"
Again I saw the weathered smile from behind the sunglasses and I could feel the friendship building.
"Sir," I said extending my hand into a firm handshake, "I don't guess I've ever met you."
"Dennis is my name" I said, firmly griping the extended hand.
But my hand went limp as SHE said "Peggy"
I guess the commission check will be a bit smaller this pay period.
Dennis
