Slim Randles' Home Country
Mailbox brings trouble for model citizen
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[December 06, 2008]
Bert!" we all said, cheerfully, as our pal joined us at the Mule
Barn truck stop's philosophy counter.
Bert just groaned, flipped
over his coffee mug for Mavis to fill and sank his head into his
"Bad news?" Steve asked.
Bert groaned and shook his head.
"Tax trouble?" ventured Doc.
More shaking of the head.
"My stars," said Dud, "I'll bet Maizie's left him and run off
with a French hairdresser!"
Even Bert had to chuckle at that one.
"Worse, guys," he said. "Much worse."
We all looked at him.
"I got an official notice in my mailbox from the U.S. Government
of Postal Service," Bert said. "My mailbox has been condemned."
"No!" shouted the chorus.
"It's a fact," he said, nodding. "Now, boys, you know I did my
time in the service, right? And I pay my taxes whether I want to or
not. I even help old ladies across the street."
"That's right," said Doc. "Whether they want to cross or not."
"We're with you, Bert," said Steve.
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"And for all this patriotism, what do I get? Condemned!"
"That about tears it all right," said Steve. "This country was a
wonderful experiment in liberty while it lasted, but when they
condemn a man's mailbox..."
"Can you appeal this to a higher court, Bert?"
"No chance. I've been given orders by a uniformed agent of the
federal government that I have to fasten it so it isn't wobbly."
"Or they won't bring me any more offers to give me credit cards
or tell me how much round steak is down at the market, or ..."
"Say no more, Bert," said Doc. "We'll all go help you fix it.
"Right after coffee..."
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