Monthly Archives: March 2010

   I’m making sure the blocks and trailer are hooked up whle the WeenerMan goes over and pulls the CB and a couple country Hank Williams Jr tapes out of the RodneyMobile.    "I’ll have to come back for Rodney," … Continue reading →

‘How ’bout that summer when the Stubb’s tried farming with horses and you tried to help?"     HM WeenerMan  rubs his chin, "Kicky little things, Cousin Elmo was trying to do a truck garden with shetland ponies," the Weenerman remembers, … Continue reading →

   We finally get the Rodney-cart hooked up to the truck and then I bother to ask, "By the Way, where does the Old Hrse Farmer Live?"    Weener mulls it over, "Somewhere close to the River, to be nearer … Continue reading →

   And so as the buck truck chugged along the back road, I eventually came up to where a blue ’74 vw dasher was pulled off the road with the hood up and steam coming from the radiator.    I … Continue reading →

   Actually I didn’t need to wrry too much about trailing the Weenerman. Rodney obviously was having to work at lugging the trailer of cement block. There was a well-marked trail of tractor-blue body bondo to follow.  And as I figured, … Continue reading →

   The Salesperson helps me shut the gate. The Gardening  Package rattles around in the bed as I pull out.    I try to think which route HM would takeon his way to the Old Horse Farmer’s. There were numerous … Continue reading →

   I lean onthe counter to add up my tab. Rather surprising, it comes to more than I had figured.    The Salesperson has stepped outside. And then I hear the rumble of what sounds like a forklift.    I … Continue reading →

   Going through the Freight House, the smell of pet food, animal supplies, and planting material permeates the air.    I come up an odd basket-container suspended in the air.    "What’s this?" I ask.    "The latest thing," the … Continue reading →

   The Freight House salesperson reshuffles some order forms on her counter, "Couldn’t miss him, quite a sight."    I nod in the affirmative.    "Of course you should have seen what he was looking to buy," she remarks.    … Continue reading →

"So I take it the WeenerMan was here," I confirm.    Couldn’t miss him, about a half-hour ago, the saleperson laughs, Can’t miss him, little ’74 volkswagon pulling a home-made trailer with four-dozen concrete blocks in it, quite a sight." … Continue reading →