As is the case in the city, we seldom can find youngsters willing to help with the odd job or two around here that I haven’t the energy to do lately and The Curmudgeon can’t do.

     Yesterday, I was fortunate to find two young men interested in making some pocket-money.  I had reached the end of my energy and still had quite a bit of work to do.  Things were terribly overgrown outside my fence.  The boys walked away twenty dollars richer, full of root beer, and I was able to cool down and recharge.  I did ask them to come back from time to time because I was sure I could find things for them to do.

     It’s nice to know that there are still a few kids around who had parents interested enough in them to raise them right.

     You all have a good one!