Some Moscow Opportunities
So housing in Moscow is a thing right now. Houses are selling in just a few hours—for over asking price—as the supply is not keeping up with the demand of numerous folks moving into town. But help is on the way! Edington is a new housing development on the edge of town that will have lots ready by very late fall or early spring. If you are thinking of building a house, or simply investing in the Moscow housing market, you should check it out. They are pre-selling lots now!
A Bit of Local Open Road
A friend here at Christ Church sent this one in. That is canola, for the curious.
And Two More, From Our Usual Source
Which would be right here.
What Happens When You Defund the Cops
Jokes I Like to Tell
One time there was a long haul truck driver. He was not an imposing man if you were to judge by appearances, which just goes to show.
One time he had been driving all night, and stopped at a road side diner to have breakfast before he found a place to park and take a quick power nap. The diner was of the highest quality, being the kind of place where the waitress calls you dear or honey.
When he was about halfway through his breakfast, the door slammed open and a group of about ten rowdy motorcyclists came tumbling in the door. They were hungry, and annoyed, and it looked to the manager like they wanted to make a little trouble. Like they were asking for trouble. Wanting trouble.
So then the leader of the motorcycle gang spotted this slight little man sitting at the counter eating his breakfast, and so he decided to mess with him a little. He walked over, and came up behind the man, and tousled his hair. When he got no reaction, he then flicked each of his ears. There was still no reaction, and so he flicked them again harder. Still the truck driver did nothing. This made his adversary even angrier, so he reached over and grabbed the sugar dispenser, unscrewed the top, and dumped sugar all over the rest of the man’s eggs.
With that the truck driver got up to pay his bill, and the owner of the cafe shook his head. Sorry about that, he seemed to indicate. “No problem,” the truck driver said, and made his way out the door. With the object of his irritation gone, the gang leader bully took a seat, laughing uproariously. The members of his gang pulled up chairs, laughing also, and signaled for some menus.
After a few minutes, the waitress, who had been looking out the front door, came over with menus, and handed them out. The gang leader turned to her and said, “That little runt sure wasn’t much of a man, was he?”
At that the waitress shook her head promptly. “Oh, I don’t know about that. But he sure isn’t much of a truck driver—he just ran over ten motorcycles.”