Milo, Wain, Mark and David (me) with the new "Garrison" flag
Milo and I started our morning walk just after 7am. Fall is in the air. It was a chilly 45 degrees. We raised the flag and honored the soldiers. As we continued down the road, Bob approached us in the school bus. He stopped just long enough to open the door and throw Milo a treat. He was running a little late (or I was early), I don't usually see him heading into Sunshine. Milo and I made it to the fork and turned around.
We heard the sound of a tractor approaching. As it rounded the turn in the road, we recognized our "Mayor", Chris. He's not really the mayor because Sunshine in not incorporated, but we all call him that. It's like I'm the sheriff but only because our house is built on top of the old Sunshine jail. You never know what Chris is going to say but you can always count on one thing, he will have a story.
Chris and I got on the topic of smoking. He use to be a heavy smoker and one day, he just quit. People he worked with used to ask him for a "smoke" and he would gladly share whatever cigarettes he had. Even after he quit, others would ask him for a "smoke". For some reason, he felt obligated to continue to carry a pack with him, just to give them away to others. He grew tired of supplying others with the nasty little things but wasn't sure how to stop people from asking for a "smoke". One day he had an idea and put the package of cigarettes inside his pants. To the very first person who asked of a cigarette, he was more than happy to reach under his belt, deep down into his pants and produce the package of cigarettes. He tapped the package against his hand and offered a protruding cigarette to the person. The gentleman politely declined. Word got around and Chris was never again asked for a cigarette.
We should have the results of the "Battle of the Bands" next week. There is one more competing band playing this coming Friday.