Rule 5 Sunday — Part 1

by Smitty

Tempers flared. Pitchforks were shouldered. Plowshares beaten to swords. One oldtimer from a farming county had mounted a turreted ballista on a combine.
“If you fail to produce another Rule 5 Sunday, you shan’t reproduce,” he said, before putting a dart through my car for emphasis.
“You know, this conversation needn’t be difficult,” I replied. “I’m not as tone deaf as some politicians. Listening to the readers is something I do.”
The angry mob was placated and withdrew, leaving me to get to work.

Last Week’s Belated Entry

And that catches us up through last Sunday. Now let me get caught up through today.

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