Soapweed's Ranch Ramblings
The writings of a Nebraska Sandhills cattle rancher!

Windy, windy and Saturday night stories
March 28, 2003

Pitiful day. Regarding the wind, we can't live with it and we can't live without it. But as in all things, moderation is the key. With this much wind, the windmills turn themselves off and don't pump water anyhow.

When my dad was a kid, a fellow headed home from town late one night. He had stayed entirely too long at a local hooch emporium, and no one had even heard of a "designated driver" in those days. Besides, he was traveling in his car all by himself, anyway. The next morning some travelers found his car nosed down into a pretty substantial creek. The driver was unhurt, but sound asleep with his head pillowed on the dashboard. They aroused him to see if he was alive, and he told them what had happened. He said that he was driving towards his ranch, but some darned fool was pulling a hayrack down the road in the dark and going too slow. To avoid hitting the hayrack, he had swerved to pass it. Unfortunately what he thought to be a hayrack in the middle of the road turned out to be the bridge across the creek.

Here is another Saturday night story. A friend came out of a dancehall to see the tail-end of a bad fight. The winner was evaporating into the darkness, and the good Samaritan went to help the loser get up. The guy was in pretty bad shape, but explained to his benefactor: "I got hit with a two-by-something."

Another neighbor encountered a two-person middle-of-the-afternoon brawl on the sidewalk in a local town. He broke up the participants, and once again one of the guys was a clear winner and the other one was hurting pretty bad. My neighbor, being a kind-hearted gentleman, offered to help patch up the battered party. He went into the drugstore, which was only a couple stores away, and came back with some band-aids and other medical supplies. He got the fellow patched up to the best of his abilities. Just before the men parted ways, the beneficiary asked, "Can I borrow a dollar?"






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