Partly Nonsense

Betty Dirks may be moving out next door to us now that she has sold

her business, but she will never be forgotten by the Free Press staff.

Betty was great at bringing by samples of chocolate she was

experimenting with. Sometimes she brought the final good stuff for our

approval. One can never get too much chocolate!

Her hearty laughter could be heard through the walls, too.

On one occasion, though, she created more excitement than we needed.

She and Ernie were always going to shows to sell her wares, so she

wasn?t around when we needed her that day.

About mid morning on a Saturday, we caught a whiff of something that

smelled like it was burning. The smell kept getting stronger as the

day wore on. Finally, we?d thought we better do something, so we

started calling around for a key to her shop.

But we couldn?t locate one. As a last resort, we called the police and

asked them to help us find a key. Before we knew it, fire trucks,

police and a lot of volunteers arrived in front of the building.

Just then Paul Epp saw the commotion from his store across the street

and came over with a key and let them in.

Our civil servants quickly removed an offending crock pot that had

been accidentally left on with what by now was a little layer of

crusty, burned chocolate on the bottom.

We wish Betty good luck in her new role as spokesperson for Betty?s

Delites under new ownership.

* * *

I mentioned in last week?s column how I enjoyed spending time on

Grandpa and Grandma?s farm. They, I?m sure, wished that sometimes I

wouldn?t have showed up there.

On one visit, when I was about 12 years old, it was hay-baling time on

the farm?little square bales on a hay rack back then. Grandpa would

let me drive the tractor, which was every city boy?s thrill.

He gave me the go ahead to pull the hay rack fully loaded with bales

back to the barn. I saw a shallow ditch that I thought would be a good

route back to the farmyard, but I didn?t realize the consequences of

driving through it on an angle.

On the way into the ditch, half of the bales fell off one way; going

back out of the ditch, the rest fell off the other way!

* * *

Steckel?s rule to success: Good enough isn?t good enough. (Paul W.


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