i was reminded of my grandmother, of the story told to me, of the time they came to repossess her cow, and she met them at the gate with a shotgun and said no. said she would catch up on the bill, but there were children to be fed, so no. and they walked away, because the secret about the time of no rules is that there were rules, but there was also compassion and common sense. (it was like the law of maycomb, alabama, in the book to kill a mockingbird, looking the other way when bob ewell hunted out of season, because they knew he drank away what money he got, because they knew his kids would starve if they enforced the laws.) now, i'm not comparing my grandmother to bob ewell, not in any way whatsoever, but the family had fallen on hard times; my grandfather was working, and she was growing food and tending the chickens and livestock, but there were 16 kids, more or less, and no way was she letting that cow go without a fight, and eventually, just as she said, she paid it off and it was hers.
he also told a story about a deer with a bell around its neck,
but i will save that for another time.
it's a good one.