Then he left the room whistling "Dixie" and I didn't see him the rest of the evening.
At that point, I saw that there was no reasoning with the man, so under the cover of night while he slept, I commandeered all three volumes of Mr. Foote's masterpiece and buried them under our oak tree in the backyard. Then I left the following note on his nightstand:
January 25th is Kansas Day. You will write series of posts commemorating our statehood. When this is done, I will return your books.
Sow the wind and reap the whirlwind,
We'll see how this act of agression plays out here at The Greasy Skillet.
preserve the union,