Unbagging the Cats

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Tuesday, January 6, 2026

Maybe It's Not the End of Civilization Just Yet

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I was not thrilled to see a small black SUV parked in my rightful handicap space at the Gas Station Chicken Store on Sunday afternoon. No ha...
Monday, January 5, 2026

T-Hoe Clings to Life

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Poor T-Hoe just can't catch a health break. So soon after being resuscitated with an OIL CHANGE and suspension gewgaws and new spark plu...
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Sunday, January 4, 2026

Hick Is Not Afraid to be the Rumpushole

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I was apprehensive Friday afternoon when Hick brought in the mail. There was an envelope from the city. It was Sis-Town. Where The Pony'...
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Saturday, January 3, 2026

Val Is Feeling Unseen

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Unseen and unheard! Like a child in the '50s and '60s, only not SEEN as well as not heard. Like an invisible woman in the Twilight Z...
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Friday, January 2, 2026

Who's Cheatin' Whom?

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Hick had an attack of conscience on New Year's Eve. It had nothing to do with the holiday.  "I just realized that I shorted Old Bud...
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Thursday, January 1, 2026

Just a LIttle Trim for Bargain House

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Work on Bargain House continues. The lipstick is doing this little pig a big favor. On Monday, Hick sent pictures of his latest progress. Th...
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Wednesday, December 31, 2025

Three Heads Are Better Than None

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Hick is a man outstanding in his field. More accurately, Hick was, last week, a man out standing in his field. Literally. I'm not sure w...
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Val is not my real name. I was H.S. valedictorian. Then I became a teacher. A student thought I claimed to be Val, the victorian.
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