Mornin’ Eagleville…
We are but warriors of the working day. That’s Shakespeare, folks, but boy does it apply to this community.
I see you out there, Eagleville. I see you.
Four bird watchers from the Tennessee Valley Birdwatching Club were killed yesterday by… birds. I suppose they were large birds – birds large enough to kill a human – or four.
Are there still Eagles in Eagleville? And can an Eagle kill a person? More details to follow, I suppose.
Be careful out there, Eagleville.
There’s a new pottery shop on Main Street – Artisan Pottery.
Not sure about the name. A little generic for my taste. I’d prefer, you know, Millie’s Pottery Shop & Cupcake Euphoria – or, you know, what I’m sayin’ – something folksy. This is Eagleville!
But, never mind – the important thing is… there’s a new pottery shop on Main Street – and we need new shops. It’s gettin’ a little sparse on the storefront side of things these days.
The new owners are from… oh… OK… i get ya now. The new owners are from La Jolla, California.
They make clay pots and, you know, stuff made of pottery. And, as I said, the important thing to remember is they are taking up another empty shop on Main Street. They got that California cash they’re willing to lose – so good luck to ‘em.
The Rigsbys can’t fill all them empty shops. So give the news owners a chance, Eagleville.
Everything from California don’t suck… I wish I had an example – but you get me, right? We accept all people here and if you don’t – then fuck all yourselves… I’m sick of it.
Those of you who hate people and hate in general are running out of towns to move to – so just sit back and accept shit for what it is.
Maybe even try to enjoy yourself.
And, just remember, the pain of parting is nothing compared to the joy of meeting again.
I’ll talk at ya tomorrow…
Sam