One of my Cousin Kat’s best friends was Don Waters who ran the funeral home. She needed to go to Mason City to see her eye doctor when Don mentioned he had to make the trip to pick up a body at the airport. Cousin Kat was tight as Dick’s hatband and not a bit squeamish about a little thing like riding with a body. Turns ou it was Mabel Peter’s Who she’d ridden to work with for over twenty years. Surely Mabel, dead would be less Continue reading
Day: July 8, 2015
Mr. Bradley and the Old Floozies
reblogging an older post from Nutsrok
Repost:
Mr. Bradley died!! Mr. Bradley died!!
This was unbelievable! I had seen people get shot on “Gunsmoke,” but I’d never known anyone who had actually died. I knew I was supposed to cry when someone died but I couldn’t manage it. First of all, Mr. Bradley was an old grouch. He wore khaki pants and shirt and an old gray felt hat with oil stains around the hat band. He was really selfish. He had built us a chicken house. When I went out later to
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