Danny's Doting(s)

 Let Them Set Their Own Trap One time a rich Oliver collector from Ohio was in my yard to pick up a couple of Oliver tractors. A rare Oliver Super 44 offset like a Farmall A, and another one. That was all he could carry, but I had a clean, straight, sharp 66 Goodison Orchard sitting there. He asked what I'd sell it for and I replied I wanted $2000.00US for it. He said he would take it and left. He didn't offer a dime downpayment. 14 solid months went by and he never sent me a penny for it. I needed the money and it was a super easy sale because it was already a hot commodity, and also because it was so pristine. I put an ad in the Oliver Collector's News, and the phone rang off the hook the first night. The first guy that called said he would buy it and a cheque would be in the mail in the morning. He was good to his word. If I remember correctly, 33 more eager buyers called that first evening of distribution of the newsletter. The guy that spoke for it well over a year bef...

  They say, 'You learn something new every day'. Well, today I learned a new phrase: 'Snatch a bone outta you'. Any way you slice it, that doesn't much sound like being on the receiving end of a compliment. It also doesn't sound like an invitation I would gladly show up for, either, especially in a dark alley. I have been threatened with many a thing in my day, but not even I have had someone threaten to snatch a bone outta me. Well, as of YET, anyway, but my outspokeness could always... er... open up the possibility. I suppose on the scale of misfortune, there's bad, then there's BAD, and then there's having a bone snatched outta you. There aren't any current openings for that, so it sounds like there might be some very involuntary, rough, and impromptu surgery involved. Probably, also due to the facilities--or lack thereof--also not much in the way of painkillers or anesthesia into the bargain. On second thought there might be some existing ope...

 Memories of a Rural Paper Carrier Chapter 10: Judgements from Moose and Owl I've been wanting to mention some of the late night/early morning animal encounters I had on the route. There were so, so many. Some animals are nocturnal in nature, so that's when you're most apt to see them. After watching a Youtube video of an abysmally stupid woman trying to approach and pet a wild, full grown female bison with a calf, and getting tossed around like a cotton ball and having her pants ripped off like toilet tissue, it reminded me of a simple paper route encounter with a moose.  We were doing the Olmstead/Jeffery Lake Road, Acres Road, Fourth Line loop in the Cavalier hatchback. As we were coming up the hill on Acres Road to turn down the Fourth Line, a lone moose was standing there on the roadway, right across it, facing South. I stopped about 30 feet short of it, and it just turned its long, rangy head towards us, and seemingly idly stared at us. It never flinched. Not even an ...