With the recent hot weather it has become necessary to retreat indoors in the afternoons when temperatures are pushing or exceeding the triple digits. Usually during this time I strip down to my t-shirt and shorts, start to read and drift off to sleep. The other day I had gone off to never, never land and awoke to the sound of the UPS truck driving up to the front of the house. Waking up in a daze I stumbled out the front door to meet the lady driver before realizing I had no pants on. She handed me the package looking a little stunned, muttered some words, got back in the truck and quickly departed. I returned indoors and could only laugh at myself, thinking that poor woman!
A collection of stories from the life of Michael Burke. He worked for the Forest Service in Alaska, California, and Oregon. He lives in Oakland, OR. His wonderful wife, Celia, passed in May of 2021
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LOST IN TILLER
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What was in your package...Maybe a pair of pants!
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