It's not always safety first
Last updated 3/9/2021 at 1:36pm
"What kinda lies you tellin' this boy?" he croaked.
The man's eyes were a cold blue color. They reminded me of shotgun barrels, and fit very well with his cowboy boots, denim jeans and black vest. Going by his ethereal white beard, he was at least in his 70s. My supervisor laughed and introduced the man to me.
"I like to call him the sheriff," my supervisor said. I nodded, said hello and went back to collecting tickets from the folks coming in to the country fair entrance. I had been in college for two weeks, and was taking part in a sanctioned community service event at a country fair. M...