Brian Gallimore's Blog

This is a “re-post” from the motorcycle guys in Lubbock that I keep an eye on. I agree with the author, but never thought about the subject like he did.
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Date: Sat, May 10 2008 5:56 pm
From: Tim Warren

This is what happened this weekend to my brother. He can get into his stories a bit.
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A sigh of relief follows the jingle of keys as I pull them from the ignition of my truck. “Finally, a quiet weekend at home”, I tell my wife after a typical busy day at work. Our cat meows from the garage as we exit the vehicle. I head for the mail as my wife goes to greet our eager and hungry animals.

A short stroll across the lawn of my corner lot in our San Antonio subdivision brings me to the sidewalk along my backyard fence. “Great”, I muttered in mild disappointment and frustration, “more trash in my yard”. Plastic cups, receipts, and all sorts of debris mysteriously appear there to become the subject of my near daily chore. I often wonder if the gentle breezes through these suburban streets bless me with the array of undesirable gift, or if passersby casually discard them so frequently. The latter notion came racing to my mind on the wheels of suspicion when on this particular day a full edition of today’s city newspaper caught my eye. In the grass against the fence, half way to the community mailbox laid the paper, stacked semi- neatly; almost placed into position. And, “oh look”, I said to myself, “a dead squirrel too”. Continue reading →