We will get to the title of this wonderful article in a few minutes but first let’s talk about me!
I am sure hearing about me will make your day. Let’s see, where should I begin? I will start with my wake up time this morning. I had decided to not get up at 3:00 to take Tres out for an early morning bladder evacuation. Instead, I got up at my usual time which is a little after 5:00, there was no problems, Tres has adjusted to the time difference.
I had my usual coffee and breakfast sandwich and watched the so call news. I got dressed and went outside to hook the trailer to the Ford’s Chevy as I needed to haul some limbs off. The limbs were my new neighbors. Our new neighbor and his friend, cut limbs and piled them up in his yard. I, being the good neighbor, removed the limbs from his yard and placed them on my trailer, over a four day period. I work at my own pace, so it took me four days to move and load all the limbs (free of charge).
Everyone knows that I am, “the epitome of a good neighbor”!
After I had taken those limbs to the city dump ground, I then went to another citizens home on the other side of Hewitt.
As I think about this, the other side of Hewitt is, “Across the tracks”! Now that statement may not mean anything to you, but to me it means something. You see, in the olden days when I was a children, we lived in an area called Smelter Ville. It was name that as there was at one time a Smelter located there. This part of town was divided by a rail road track. Those who lived on one side of the track were thought to be better off that those who lived on the other side.
You don’t need to know which side we lived on!
Back to my story, arriving at this citizen’s home, we loaded the trailer with limbs and hauled them to the dump site. We then returned to his home and loaded the trailer again. This time I took the load to the dumpsite myself, allowing this citizen (my son David) to go in and be with his family. I know what you are thinking, I am not only the good neighbor, I am also a good Father!
I returned home and backed the trailer into the back yard and unhooked it. As I was bending over to get a block to place under the tire, I do this to insure the trailer does not roll forward, something happened that had never happened to me before. Out from the underside of my little red wagon came a projectile. This unexpected projectile went past me like a bat out of hell. The projectile went under the trailer and continued over the kid’s fort. Even though I was very surprised, I was able to focus in on this flying object. It was a brown colored bat. This bat flew past me and looped around the yard and then through the neighbors tree. I have no idea why he /she was under the wagon.
We know I am the good neighbor, am I also, batty?
If you can’t have fun, don’t do it!
Don Ford
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