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Bill and I looked at him a bit
strangely, because there were just two horses in the corral and
neither one of them had been amazing since Ronald Reagan moved to
Washington. "What's amazing,
Dud?"
"Kids. What they're doing today is
just amazing, compared to what we did as kids."
"Like those computer game deals?"
"No... not that. I mean... well, you
just take that nephew of mine... my sister's boy. He does five hours
of homework every night. In high school. Did you ever
do five hours of homework in high school?"
"Sure," I said, "but it took me the
best part of a month."
"That's what I mean. These kids
today are just smarter than we were and they work harder, and you
know, they seem to know what they want to do."
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Dud whistled in appreciation of his
own words as he shook his head in wonder.
"My grandson's like that," Bill
said. "Smart as a whip. He's only 7, you know. He and I went for a
walk the other day to appreciate springtime. I asked him what he was
studying these days, and he said he knew all about birds. Told me he
knew the name of every bird in the forest. Every one.
"Well, I thought I'd test him, so I
pointed to a grackle and said, 'Tell me the name of that bird right
there.' He looked at it carefully and then brightened up. Then he
said, 'Why, Grandpa, that's Fred. Hi, Fred... How you doing?'
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