"IF IT IS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE....."

IMPORTANT NOTICE: This is a work of fiction and all persons, events, and related information is a product of my over-active imagination.  









Jill Thompson was neither a country gal or a city slicker. She was born and grew up in a small country town in Wanokia, OK. To the west of this village of 2918 residents was the Little Sahara sand dunes that was a regional Mecca for dune buggies and assorted 4-Wheel ATVs.


Uncle Walter took her on his 4-Wheeler when she as 19 months old. Neither Mom or Dad knew about it at the time. Jill's Dad always said Uncle Walter thought he was bullet proof and never got over the Vietnam War. The three failed marriages of Uncle Walter gave substantial evidence to support his assertion.


Uncle Walter retired as parts manager for the local John Deere dealership after 37 years of service. To the east of Wanokia was the beginning of the famed wheat belt of Oklahoma. During harvest season the large bug-eyed combines at night looked like slow-moving, other-worldly, monster space machines.




In high school Jill worked as a waitress in the Home Town café and gas stop. During harvest time she would often work well past midnight serving the local wheat and cattle ranchers and professional wheat cutters who each year transited  Texas, OK, Kansas, Nebraska, the Dakotas on their way to So. Canada. The work was hard in the field and in the café during these hectic three weeks. Jill would sometimes make as much as $50 in tips in her day and night shift. Many wheat cutters started each day with a cup of coffee and a sweet roll and would not eat again until they were through for the evening. Big appetites produce big tips. She once received a crisp $100 bill as a tip for bringing an assortment of sandwiches, chips and five gallon of sweet tea to the field where a travelling crew of cutters was frantically trying to finish an entire 640 acre section before an approaching storm hit. To make matters worse, they were four days behind their promised Kansas start date. Just as soon as the OK job was completed they were loading and heading north.


Just as Jill slowly returned to the café in her old Ford pickup large raindrops pelted her windshield. When she reached the porch of the 55-year old café the caravan of travelling cutters she had fed in the field flew by honking their horns and waving. She spontaneously blew a couple of kisses to the happy crew. That's the least she could do for a $100 tip.




                       

"WHERE'S MY CANDY BAR?" V2.0

                           HOW MUCH IS LOVE WORTH ?


                 New info at end of this Post

(NOTE: I cannot say if this story is real or not. Here it is as I understand it.)

Seems this man, his wife and granddaughter were in Wal-Mart prior to Christmas. The wife and granddaughter were in the Wal-Mart beauty shop and the man did some quick grocery shopping. As it is here and elsewhere, Wal-Mart was packed. He fought the crowds and put the food in the car. He returned to find the granddaughter was through with her appointment and his wife still in the chair.

Here is where it gets a bit scary. The man who is a borderline diabetic started sweating and shaking and knew he needed something sweet. He sent the granddaughter back into the store to pick up a couple of candy bars. When she returned he quickly ate a bar of candy and the granddaughter ate the other one. Within minutes he was trending normal.

His wife completed her appointment and joined her husband and granddaughter. The husband tried to quickly tell the story of his close call and how the granddaughter saved the day by buying two candy bars. Without asking any details or if he was feeling better she snapped, “Why didn’t you buy me one?” Maybe love is only worth the price of a candy bar!


NEW: Today I was informed a second event like the one above happened. The gent mentioned their granddaughter once more got a candy bar for a shaky grandpa. Rather than inquire about his well fair she blurted out, "Where did you get a candy bar? There is no candy in the house! He explained she got the bar at a convenience store. Sounds like this couple doesn't need Dr. Phil. They need Judge Judy!

GLENN <><

JUST WEST OF YESTERDAY

DAD'S CHRISTMAS TO US !

DAD'S ANNUAL CHRISTMAS GIFT TO US !

OK, lets agree up front, my Dad was so very special  to so many people. My earliest memories of Christmas involve his annual purchase of fruit, nuts and a COCONUT. This is the only time of the year we enjoyed these treats in our home.

We did get fruit at school and as part of Christmas gifts from others. Plus, I ate a lot of green apples, pears, and cherries direct from the tree!

In his loving memory, I have attempted to recreate his extra special Christmas gift. His best gift was himself---I sure do miss him!

Glenn <><
Just West of Yesterday