small town America
Sober and Seeking Mule
He leaned out his pickup window and said, “I’ve been sober 2 years now. I bought this pickup for $200 but I want a mule.”
But mule ownership had eluded him. He said, “the people in this town don’t want me to have a mule. I don’t know why.”
I told him I couldn’t understand either because I’d just slept in his town with my mules and it seemed to make everyone happy.
“You’ve got it lucky,” he said, “because… Continue reading
Joe’s Joke
The old blue tractor scared my mules when it passed me on the gravel road. Right behind it, the black and white dog in hot pursuit. The next hill over, the tractor was parked by the road and a man climbed out of the cab. He had a grin as big as a round bale and so did I. That’s how I met Joe Stoll and his dog.
He spoke first.
Joe: “I was… Continue reading
Stanberry, MO Independence Day
Sirens will blare and hats will cover hearts. Kids will grab candy off the street and dogs will barf Tootsie rolls on the sidewalk. This is why we got divorced from England. Happy 4th of July from Stanberry, Missouri.
The mules and I were there to soak up the action. And catch a Blow Pop and 3 Tootsie rolls. Here are some photos of… Continue reading
