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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, sure, Grandpa,
that's Fred. Hi, Fred ... How you doing?'"
[Text from file received from Slim Randles]
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