Our Little Town

Our little town is filling up.  A new range manager moved in,  the couple working at the cliff dwellings is right across from us, the helicopter crew is in one of the apartments,  and Corey is in another.  The helicopter just took off to do a wildlife survey.  Last year they spotted a mountain lion and some cubs.

Yesterday Kadizzle helped get the garbage truck back in service. Jim the sign man turns out to be a good welder, and thanks to Jim's free work the truck is back in service and taxpayers got about a thousand dollars worth of labor for free.  Kadizzle had to go to Globe to help get the pipe needed to fix the garbage truck.  An old rusty piece of pipe cost $80.  We only need six feet of the pipe.  Kadizzle asked the pipe yard manager how much six feet would cost.  He said it would be $100.  Well how much would the whole pipe cost Kadizzle asked?  $80 the manager replied.  Kadizzle sort of figured it would come out that way.  The pipe was very heavy gauge, and cutting it would be a pain.  Selling eight feet would be simple and quick.  The world is strange.  There is an old joke about the rectum being in charge of the body.  It does control everything.  For the Forest Service it is the garbage truck.  Nothing creates a problem like having the garbage truck broken down.  Constipated dumpsters quickly become uncomfortable.  So the truck is in service thanks to Jim and all is well in the campgrounds.  Kadizzle once served a stint as a swamper on the garbage truck.  God bless garbage men.