Some of the more picky readers of yesterday's post have pointed out to me that a father doesn't "babysit" his own kids. Well, excuuuuuse me! The year was 1973 and Merle Wayne Sneed was a young guy. In the olden days men went to work and moms took care of the kids. If a mom went out and left the dad with the kids, we called it babysitting. Don't blame me, I was just following protocol. The inauguration didn't seem to slow down the criminal element today. One of my coworkers saw a ne'er-do-well put something into his pants today and shouted at him to remove it and get out of the store. There was a lot of shouting and commotion. I steered clear of the entire affair. The crook eventually took out the can of WD-40 he was trying to steal and left the store. We came home this evening to find that our neighbor Tim's house had been burglarized. Apparently, the crooks kicked in the dog door to gain entrance. Tim called me over as Mrs. Sneed and I got out of the car. He had been waiting four hours for Hooterville's finest to show up. I'm not that impressed with the Hooterville cops. The list of things that don't take priority on their busy schedule is long. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky