I don’t see Democrats wanting to do anything for the general population. They just want to stay in power and be in charge of the purse.

The chicken and I had another meeting. I’ll call it a strategic meeting. We had certainly met through the winter, but those had been quick, tactical meetings, planning no further than one day ahead.

My mind has been all over the place this week. Hence, you get to peer into a scrambled cranium with many thoughts.

It took us the rest of the fall of 1968 to get to Hillsboro. I was losing weight, but the chicken wasn’t. I tried to figure it out.  

Regardless of your thinking or for which parties you are cheering, it is time to realize that World War III is on our doorstep. We already have turmoil and terror on our shores; we just have not put it all together yet.

When the human let us out the next morning, I ran straight for the tree. The limb had not moved, but the chicken was sitting on it looking worn out and sweating profusely. I didn’t know chickens could sweat. I was very disappointed.

Other than Kristi letting things go to her head and spending a pile of money making some television commercials about deportation starring herself, I can find little to fault Kristi Noem.

I decided my schedule was shorter than the shelter’s. I need to heal up some but get out of this place at once.

No one asked me to say this, but if we can afford to build bicycle pathways everywhere, we can afford to make the roads safer for buggies.

I rested for a while. The chicken didn’t show up again, so that night I took off, still following my ditch traveling plan. I soon came upon the tail waters of Rocky Fork Lake, namely Rocky Fork Creek.  

Congratulations to the UK government for stepping out and approaching these matters seriously. Would that we do the same.

About midafternoon, many people gathered at the Methodist Church across the road. There was a large black hearse. I didn’t notice when it got there or where it came from. The old chicken came out of nowhere, “Quick, you have got to move further back!”

For the last couple of weeks, the news has been non-stop about a certain person being missing, perhaps kidnapped. I am saddened that a certain person’s mother is missing, but how many other people have become missing during this time frame? 50? 100? 1,000? I have no way of knowing.  

I decided I had to find Pete and Jim. I knew I would not be happy until I did. It can’t be that hard – the old chicken had given me the address. The next morning, I ask her if she knew where Ivy Hill Drive, Cincinnati, Ohio was. She stared at me and said, “west.”  

Perhaps we have collectively decided some of the crazy stuff we have been experimenting with as a country is not so good for us after all. I hope so.