It’s hot in Knoxville, and the AC at Seaton Castle isn’t cranking since the only outlet is being used by the another, more critical appliance, making it a bit too sultry for his usual deep Friday thoughts. Instead, an oldie but goodie from Mud Lick.
Sheriff Roy Templeton finally had a day off. He’d told Deputy Miranda, his second in command, to hold all calls for the day unless the matter was nothing short of an active shooter scenario. Settling into his easy chair, Mud Lick’s top cop prepared to open his copy of Peter Thiel’s “Zero to One” and finally let the tension in his shoulders and neck release.
That’s when a loud buzzing noise emanating from the kitchen threatened to severely damage Sheriff Roy’s calm.
“Arlene!” Sheriff Roy yelled from the living room. “What in tarnation is that blasted noise?”
“It’s the dishwasher,” Mrs. Templeton yelled back. “It just started doing this and I have no idea why!” Continue reading
