It’s a sad day in Tassanoxie when the police have to guard the city council meetings. Not that I blame them after all the goings-on around here. Imagine somebody shooting up a school board meeting!
Bessie Mae (she’s my best friend from when we were in elementary school together) wants me to stop going to the city council meetings, but I done told her that dog won’t wash. I’m not letting the idea of some crazy ole coot maybe coming into the meeting with a gun. I may as well stay home and put bars on all the doors and windows.
Anyway, Chief Moore always comes to the meetings, but now he’s gonna have some more officers there. Course, that might make some criminal types think they can have a free hand every first and third Tuesday nights while the police are busy at city hall.
As for me, I’ve been going to city hall meetings twice a month every since Jeb passed on. Would have gone a lot sooner, would have run for office myself, but back when I was younger folks would have laughed had I a run. Too bad I didn’t have as much moxie then as I have now. Nothing like age to give a body regrets.
I’m not gonna dwell on the should’ves, I’m just gonna keep going to the city council meetings. Those good ole boys (there still ain’t a woman on the board) need someone to give ‘em the evil eye when they make a dumb decision.