It'll Eat

Yesterday ended with a conversation with a 100% certified Bubba.  Kadizzle returned from Globe with a Forest Service truck that had been in for repair.  After locking up the truck Kadizzle noticed the gate on the road was unlocked and decided to lock it.  Bubba was out emptying the garbage from his Forest Service apartment.  Since he was new to the local game Kadizzle thought he would strike up a little conversation. Bubba was from Mississippi.  However, his last post for the Department of Defense was in Detroit.  Bubba was used to southern black people, but he was in a wild zoo in Detroit.  Moving to AZ seemed like salvation.

Kadizzle asked Bubba if he liked Mexican food.  Kadizzle had just stopped at a Mexican restaurant in Globe. Both Kadizzle and his mate like to hear a good southern Buzz Cackler.  What is a buzz cackler?  A buzz cackler has the deepest of deep south accents.  Bubba had the touch.  Bubba said he had eaten Mexican food, but did not have much use for it.  Bubba said he preferred gumbo, corn bread, and greens.  Then he launched into why he did not like Mexican food.  " You know it is like the slop you feed the pigs, it is some slop mixed with corn."  Bubba went on to say he did not really like Mexican food, but "It'll Eat".  It'll eat, that is Kadizzle's problem there is a lot of food he should not eat, but when hungry he adopts Bubba's phrase "It'll eat".

So earlier in the day Kadizzle went for a motorcycle ride up on the mountain across from the visitor center.  On the way up the rugged mountain road Kadizzle went past the highway department's outpost.  Kadizzle noticed two large fuel tanks.  On the return trip down the mountain Kadizzle saw a truck turning into the depot and followed him in.  Kadizzle was curious if one of the tanks held gasoline.  The man in the truck said indeed it did.  Now this was a strange turn of events.  Here was a ten thousand gallon tank of gasoline owned by the state government, but the Forest Service had no access to it. Instead the Forest Service spends a small fortune driving Forest Service trucks to retail gasoline outlets. The state employee assured Kadizzle Forest Service trucks could fuel there if they wanted.  Something just did not add up. Later in the day Kadizzle checked out the strange politics of that situation.  In the meantime it occurred to Kadizzle that this man worked with the small number of people who maintained the roads around here.  Kadizzle, Cliff, and mate were returning from the Jug the other day and a state truck came flying around the road at a high speed and just barely got out of our lane.  At the time of the incident our entire crew was pissed at the carelessness.  Kadizzle debated at the time if action should be taken.  Kadizzle and mate ( The term The Commander can no longer be used do to censorship and politically correct requirements) had a little discussion about figuring out exactly who was driving the truck.  Kadizzle said it was easily discoverable .Mate said it was not.  Kadizzle proceeded to recount the incident to the man at the depot.  It turned out he was the boss of the two guys driving like NASCAR drivers toward Young.  So today the boss is going to have a little pow wow with the drivers.  If Kadizzle had not been in the right place at the exact right moment this encounter would never have taken place.  The strangeness of how the world works and the way probability works never fails to amuse.