Small Town Weekly Social!

It’s about 1:00 pm Thursday afternoon, small town Arkansas. The Social Event of the Week for an elite group is about to begin. They begin to gather early. Ages ranged from about 10 years old to close to 90. The gathering was mostly men, but a few women graced the building and were comfortable being there.

The group discussed the weather. They gossiped some about the things that have gone on around town this week. Most are carrying their coke in their hand when they enter. They yell short quips or jabs jokingly at each other. There are two or three around the building that seem to be the ring leaders. If nothing is being said, they began to stir it up.

The chatter seems to lessen a little as the side door opens and the emcee for the event enters the room—carrying his microphone. He steps up behind the counter, plugs in his microphone and announces that the event is ready to begin. He immediately makes a few announcements. It is obvious that he is a mix between a DJ, a comedian, a local politician and a businessman.

The emcee immediately quips with two or three around the room between announcements.

“Where you been Alex. You weren’t here last week.” “That’s right you been out of town”

“Captain, you got your dog with you this week. If I send my kids over would you train them to mind like your dog”

“Watch out everyone! If you haven’t noticed there’s a banker in the room. Don’t do anything you wouldn’t want him to see” (I Was the Banker)

Things settled down and the party began. It became obvious that of the 60 to 80 people that were there, only about 10 to 12 were there for the true reason behind the social gathering.

You see, I was at the small town "country livestock auction". The "emcee" was the auctioneer.

Yes many were there for the enjoyment and the banter. A few were there for the business of buying and selling. All had a good time.

Check out the Auction Below!