Hi readers. Thanks for coming by for a read.
Trucking down mainstreet toward the courthouse I immediately noticed the flags are gone, and of the dozen-or-more of these signs there a month ago, only three are left.
Bad sign, thinks I while ignoring inconvenient puns. Might mean there are some intelligent, ethical people in Junction, Texas, with some class. People who aren’t allowing themselves to be brow-beaten by kneejerks to backhandedly exploit the dead for some obscure political message.
People who’ve thoughtfully arrived at the realization that some things are better forgotten.
Lousy people to have on juries. Might reduce my chances for getting exempted.
However, then I arrived at the courthouse. The place was strangely quiet.
Clock said it was what? 4:30 am? I’m there in plenty of time. But my watch says it’s 9:00 am.
But the sign on the door explains all.
But parenthetically adds we ain’t allowed to burn down the County Courthouse.
So, I’m free. Got time to kill, a whole town to stick my nose into. Gas gauge is showing empty, so first I swing in for a tank of cheap petrol.
$50 later I drift over for five minutes of free prayer and a Kow Kick. Hadn’t done any gratitude affirmations yet about jury duty being cancelled, and a non-Christian doesn’t get many offers for free prayer. Much less with a Kow Kick thrown in.
Sooooo. Off to the city park for a while, spent an hour or so in the graveyard, which is cool, had some Lum’s barbeque, examined various historical markers. All of which I’ll report to you in loving detail during otherwise dull moments of the future.
Meanwhile, feel free to forget. It’s surprisingly uplifting, cleansing, and clears the conscience of all that guilt for trying to exploit the dead. Helps make a classy individual of you. Might make people believe you’re intelligent, well-rounded and capable of thinking for yourself.
Old Jules
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