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Remember that train I talked about yesterday? Well it's called the Southern Pacific Railroad and it comes by all the time. I mean this morning it's averaging a train an hour, and yes it runs at night too, I went to sleep after it came through at 10:30 and the train horn woke me up this morning at 7:30. I guess like most other things a person can get used to it... But I'm not sure if I want to.
It's been windy and chilly today but the sun is out and the sky is clear so the solar panels had me charged up by lunch. It's only supposed to get up to the mid-sixties today and get down to the mid-thirties tonight so it looks like I'll get to use my catalytic heater some tonight. Which reminds me I need to turn on my house furnace and let it run for a little bit tonight because it's not good for it to sit unused for a long period of time and I haven't run it since......... well actually I can't remember the last time I turned it on, so I definitely need to do that tonight.
I think I'll go into town tomorrow. I have figured out that Sunday's are very special for ranching and farm communities. A lot of the farming and ranching families will come into town to go to church in the morning and after church they will go shopping at Walmart. For some of them Sunday is the only day that the whole family is together and going to town makes it a special day.
Now if you're in a hurry to shop Walmart is not a good place to be on a Sunday in a small community especially right after church, because Walmart is not only a place to shop but it's a place to socialize with the neighbors that they seldom see on the weekdays. So the aisles will often be crowded with two or three families standing there talking to each other and each family may have two grocery carts, because they don't get to town that often, and they will be blocking the aisle completely while they discuss the price of fuel and feed.
But I'm not in a hurry, so to see those families standing around talking to each other doesn't bother me at all, in fact it kind of reminds me of a time when most of America was like that, when a lot of folks went to church on Sunday, and people knew their neighbors, and they lived in communities where people would give them a "hand up" if they really needed it, and more importantly folks wouldn't accept it unless it was really needed.
There was a time long long ago when those folks were called "the salt of the earth" because people like them were the bedrock America was built on, then they were called "the silent majority", because they didn't have the time or the inclination to march in the streets screaming catchy anti-American slogans because they were too busy trying to pay for the colleges their sons and daughters were at where they were learning how to make up catchy anti-American slogans.
But now the people who were once "the salt of the earth " and "the silent majority" are all relegated to what Hillary Clinton called, "the basket of deplorable's". Great line Hillary, I'll bet that got you a bunch of votes from the people who actually make this country work. But the Clintons like most politicians think that the working folks are only good for supplying the government with an endless stream of tax money so politicians can give away enough free stuff to stay in power.
Whoa! Somebody stop me. I don't know how I started talking about politics. I was just sitting here thinking about going to Walmart tomorrow morning and then the next thing I know I see Hillary Clinton's name on my Wordpad, and I didn't think I would see that name again in less it was written on the back of an orange prison jumpsuit.