Perhaps a New Road...

By late tomorrow.

Seems they don't actually keep culverts in stock around here for our piddly little roadways, and certainly not one the size they are claiming we will get. So they ordered one and it will arrive at some point late this afternoon and he expects a road of driving-worthiness by late tomorrow evening.

We'll see. I've seen the work ethic of the local road crew here in our county...remember the garbage truck burying himself in my driveway end? Or the cave-in over this very same creek not too long ago you could have put a 55-gallon barrel through without touching dirt?

They 'patch' around here. They honestly don't seem all that capable of truly replacing a roadway. Not in my neck of the woods, and certainly not on my dead-end, only 2 families live here road. We are among what I'm sure are the MANY unimportant, forgotten roads in this county.

And, well, I am a yankee here. Don't have some inbred family connection to the very dirt or anything. There's no kinship about fixing my road, stranded tax-payer or not.

But, that's fine. I may not be able to call the supervisor's momma and get my road fixed, but as I said I'm a yankee. We scrap hard for what we get from county and state and aren't adverse to just flat out arguing when necessary. Were Dewey here, we would have gotten all this 'confirmation' yesterday...it's very much a man's world around here. All that good ol' boy garbage and those quiet women waiting for their champion to settle the matter. Well, I don't have that right now, so I tend to lean toward the squeaky wheel gets the grease...not because you are alerted to it's need, bit because the blasted squeaking ANNOYS you!

I'm very much a wave making boat rocker and a squeaky wheel. It's just survival.