ep048 The Deadly Laundry Basket

Ranger Bill, warrior of the woodland, struggling against extreme odds, traveling dangerous trails, fighting the many enemies of nature. This is the job of the guardian of the forest, Ranger Bill, pouring rain, freezing cold, blistering heat, snow, floods, bears, rattlesnakes, mountain lions.

Yes, all this in exchange for the satisfaction and pride of a job well done. A fellow once asked me if being a rain chair didn't get rather monotonous. I said sure it does. About one hour a week. That might be for one hour on Sunday afternoon, right after church. This is a crazy business too. Every time that phone rings the chills run up and

down my spine. There they go. The chills, I mean. Well, let's find out what's on the other end of the wire. Ranger headquarters, Bill Jefferson speaking. Do you have storm windows and awnings on your home, Mr. Jefferson?

Yes, thank you. I do. Well, it is never knows what's coming over that talking machine. I like the call I receive during today's adventure. Say, I almost forgot to tell you about it. And it's a real Spine chiller too. The deadly laundry basket.

My, isn't this a beautiful day? Oh, it's a lovely day. Too nice to do laundry, but George will have to go to work in his denim shirt if I don't wash. Honestly, match. Where do all the soil clothes come from?

I've asked myself the same thing. I certainly am thankful for automatic washers and dryers. Yes, indeed. Why, I remember my mother using the old-fashioned washing machine, and then hanging the clothes by hand, and in nasty weather she had to hang the clothes in the basement.