A Retired Parole Officer's Day
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My beautiful bride and best friend.
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Look way back there. We built all of those before lunch.
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Another dump.
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A little dusty today.
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My cousin Reed on the left. On the right, that is my friend Julian. I have known him for at least 45 years. He was the first man of color that really ever talked with me as a kid. He is a super guy. My cousin and I were riding horses, back in 66, and ran up on Julian. He had the biggest black eye I had ever seen. I was about 12 years old. Just could not resist asking him what happened. "Came home drunk last night and the wife put a ball bat to my head". Wow! Last week, Julian told me he told David and me that story just to watch us laugh. He said a bee had stung him. For 45 years I believed his wife had taken a bat to his head. I never came home drunk, well only a couple of times, but I snuck in. Did not want to meet up with a bat.
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Clouds moving in. I have been praying for a day off due to rain.
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We worked all day and no breakdowns, til now. 530 pm. this buggy broke.
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My favorite part of the day, 5pm. The sun really drops fast from 5-7pm. Tonight the clouds covered it up before it hit the ground. Praying for rain.
Hey, I bet you wonder how a college educated guy has so much fun in the cotton patch. Listen, I never hear from a cursing wife because I locked up her husband. Never do I have a disgruntled employee. I have not been shot at since I retired. It has been a long time since I have looked down the wrong end of a 12 gauge shotgun or had the hammer of a 357 cocked on me. Not been accused of taking Marijuanna money for bribes, nope, not in a long time. I was a lonely parole officer in the Ozarks of south Missouri for a long time. I am no longer lonely. No one has let me know that my house is going to burn nor has a guy come across my desk trying to see who was the toughest. Hey, no stress, no strain. I love not having any responsibility. Life is good. I dream about heading west for the winter in our GMC motorhome, nearly all day.
See, I am one lucky soul and my wife loves me.
Dan
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Right on!
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