Wednesday, May 24, 2017
Here Come The Judge
I mean here comes a baker's dozen deer across from the judges house. We stopped and stared at them and they stopped eating to stare at us. I like our town because in places it is city and in places it is country. The deer were in town,. but there is enough brush for them to hide if they get nervous. Someone feeds them so they come on out before the sun goes down. It isn't the judge though, as she is senile now and probably wouldn't even be interested in the deer or in playing a game of dominoes with John like she and other seniors used to do.