I want to talk about the Lockhart Post Office, which all of us depend on.
We went to the meeting to save our post office a few years ago, when they were trying to eliminate the small town post offices. Then they removed Debbie, our postal worker, so we got a couple of hundred signatures to try to get her back. Myrtis even went to Thompson Quarters for signatures. I went around Lockhart, we got her back.
Now we have three children making a total wreck of the inside of the building, by throwing red melted icies all over our boxes, walls and floors. Also, they are standing on the tables and pushing the ceiling tiles up. With this they could fall and break an arm, leg or neck.
How do I know who these children are? A couple of my customers went in as they were doing this, and hightailing it out the door, fleeing on their bikes, and to top it off, waving at my customers when they leave the post office. The Post Office is a Federal office, and the parents of these children can go to jail for their crime.
If this keeps up I would hate for the ain office to say we have to close our building, and it could happen. All I’m asking is try to know where your kids are and what they are doing, I know they need to play, but there’s better ways.
I wanted to write last week on the eclipse, but I fell asleep on the couch and when I came to, I was still too tired to type. But I know all of you saw this.
Anyway, Gina and I went to the Union County Carnegie Library, and had a real good time and met people from many places. In our group was a lady from Washington D.C. and there were people from Salisbury, N.C., Connecticut, and Canada. They had Gina take their pics so they could prove where they were. So she had them pretending to look up at the eclipse. Everytime she took someones pic, someone else would come up and want her to do theirs.
Well, we enjoyed meeting all these new people. They said that they looked on the computer to see where there was a small town to go watch it, and Union was it.
On Sept. 16, Saturday, my friend, Carolyn Edwards (Nikki Rose) will be singing at Foster Park under the Pavillion. Some of her friends want to sing also. This is free, just bring your chairs and enjoy. This is from 3-7 p.m. You are also invited to join in on the singing.
Carolyn gave a terrific concert on Main Street a few months ago. If you remember she has cancer and said that this will probably be the last time she will give a concert. Unless you want her at a benefit (she’s free). I think she’ll sing until she’s too weak to stand. Come on out. Labor Day I’m going with her to Wesley Chapel, she was invited to entertain the Senior Club there.
The chain gang came by last week while I was not at home and sprayed some of the high fern things at the side of my yard (which I was growing to use as a fence to hide my shed and compost from the road), because I think they’re ugly. I think it was really nice of them to do me this favor. But now I have this brown junk and I don’t have a saw to cut it down, and it’s on the steep part of the road-hill that I can’t get a footing to cut it down anyway. What do I do now??
The employer addressed the applicant: “We want a responsible person for this job.”
“Then I’m your man,” announced the young man. “No matter where I’ve worked, whenever anything happened, they always said I was responsible.”
To be perfectly blunt, our office receptionist could be a real witch. She’d been there 20 years and lorded over the place like she owned it. One recent, freezing day, she went so far as to order a coworker to warm up her car for her. Much to my surprise, he agreed.
A few minutes later he came back holding a broom. Placing it on a heating vent, he told her, “Just give it a minute and it’ll be ready to go.”
Time to say good night and call if you want, 1-864-545-6652. And it’s never too late to contribute to my Medihome Hospice box. Thanks.