I don't do Bunco
I don't play Bunco.
Never been much of a game player, really. Unless, the game involved a ball, a court, and the chance to push around that girl from a few miles down the road whose blond, bouncy pony tail made me crazy. Then, I guess you could say, I was a bit of a game player.
Board games. Dice games. Gambling. Just not my sport.
And since the opportunities to lay a solid "box out" on a blond nemesis are slim post thirty, I choose to steer clear of the game playing scene.
Instead, I put in a few hours once a month on the local economic development board. A far reach from my preferred sport, but an investment of time that goes much further than a victory at the end of the night.
I just returned home from said meeting. Four women; counting an honorary high school board member. Eight men. Yours truly holds the gavel. Sometimes I think they - the old men - look right through me; and other times I consider rapping the gavel on their gray matter.
Tonight, the agenda covered a variety of topics, but none so compelling as a new wind farm development set to unfold in the northwest portions of the county.
At present, the largest wind farm in the state sits atop the northeastern townships of our county. The project discussed tonight, would become number two in the state.
The development of wind energy here - on the open Kansas prairie - didn't easily sweep across the Plains. It was welcomed by some. It remains unforgiven by others.
Someday, when the winds have settled, I will tell stories about the biggest wind farm development on the Kansas prairie. I was fresh out of college, and my first job gave me a front row seat for all that unfolded in this great story. Lasting impressions of how I have come to further understand the prairie, the rancher, farmer, Kansas, energy, government, private development, and the endless ways our lives, and livelihoods, are tumbled together.
Someday.
For now, my role as a volunteer board member no longer affords me a front row seat. But I remain informed, engaged, and have the opportunity to impact decisions and actions for those in the front row.
That's a helluva lot more than a night out at Bunco will get ya.
Never been much of a game player, really. Unless, the game involved a ball, a court, and the chance to push around that girl from a few miles down the road whose blond, bouncy pony tail made me crazy. Then, I guess you could say, I was a bit of a game player.
Board games. Dice games. Gambling. Just not my sport.
And since the opportunities to lay a solid "box out" on a blond nemesis are slim post thirty, I choose to steer clear of the game playing scene.
Instead, I put in a few hours once a month on the local economic development board. A far reach from my preferred sport, but an investment of time that goes much further than a victory at the end of the night.
I just returned home from said meeting. Four women; counting an honorary high school board member. Eight men. Yours truly holds the gavel. Sometimes I think they - the old men - look right through me; and other times I consider rapping the gavel on their gray matter.
Tonight, the agenda covered a variety of topics, but none so compelling as a new wind farm development set to unfold in the northwest portions of the county.
At present, the largest wind farm in the state sits atop the northeastern townships of our county. The project discussed tonight, would become number two in the state.
The development of wind energy here - on the open Kansas prairie - didn't easily sweep across the Plains. It was welcomed by some. It remains unforgiven by others.
Someday, when the winds have settled, I will tell stories about the biggest wind farm development on the Kansas prairie. I was fresh out of college, and my first job gave me a front row seat for all that unfolded in this great story. Lasting impressions of how I have come to further understand the prairie, the rancher, farmer, Kansas, energy, government, private development, and the endless ways our lives, and livelihoods, are tumbled together.
Someday.
For now, my role as a volunteer board member no longer affords me a front row seat. But I remain informed, engaged, and have the opportunity to impact decisions and actions for those in the front row.
That's a helluva lot more than a night out at Bunco will get ya.
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~dena
to talk to adults once in a while. Keep it up.Sharon