Pork
Chelsea and Chloe kept hearing about all the “pork” being funded in Washington, yet saw no evidence of any actual hogs there. This, they decided, offered an interesting and long lived career opportunity . . .
Day’s End
William (known by the media, and by whom he referred to as the stinking paparazzi, as Bayou Billy) was being called to Washington to testify before one House select committee and one Senate committee about proposed agricultural subsidies and migrant workers. As he watched the sun set over the bayou, he tried to fix in his mind how he would end the day when he was back home rather than how he would probably end the day in DC . . . . . David, Sf.G.
Post Turtle
For about the fifth time in as many months, Kenny (pictured) had seen on his I-pad the email going around with the old rancher saying, “Some of them politicians in high elected office in Washington are like post turtles; it just ain’t right, and they just shouldn’t be there.” Kenny agreed that those West Texas desert ranchers may be right about that in the dry country, since there’s no turtles there anyway, but here where the Corps of Engineers had re-engineered the bayou and the post was just barely out of the water, a turtle being on that post didn’t seem all that strange or out of place. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Mesmerized
Jimmy and Sandie, while touring Washington DC, heard a persuasive voice blaring from a portable sound system. The speaker’s delivery was so mesmerizing that they just couldn’t tear themselves away. When they finally got clear and tried to analyze what they had heard they agreed that it had sounded good at the time, but in retrospect they were uncertain as to just what was said. They were trying to decide if the speaker was a televangelist, a politician, or Billy Mays, back from the dead . . . . . David, Sf.G.