Doc glanced up from his paper at the philosophy counter of the Mule
Barn truck stop and world dilemma think tank.
you'll ever experience, Steve," said Doc.
"That's about right," said Dud.
Steve got that confounded look on his face. "What do you mean by
"Today is Saturday."
"Well," Steve said, shaking his head, "that flat wrecks this day
all to pieces."
"Hey," said Dud, "it's a pretty day. You have all day long to
"But don't you see?" Steve said. "I was planning to spend all day
Friday getting ready for Saturday and now I can't."
"Now that sounds kinda dumb," Dud said, "and I realize that, but
Steve does have a point. I mean, we think in terms of time..."
"... yea, verily ... time and space and the continuum thereof,
henceforth and forevermore. That's why, when our friend Steve here
thought about Saturday, it was as though Saturday lay in the future,
where things are to happen that we, as mere mortals, are loath to
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"Dud," said Steve, "you been watching ‘Nova' again?"
Dud blushed. "It was a good show. It concerned the string theory
and fusion and the way all these marvelous things come together to
make up our lives, and Einstein and the total something-or-other. I
forget all the nuances, but it was pretty good. Had to do with the
Big Bang and all that stuff. Do you realize that when you look at a
star at night, it might not be there? That star might have blown up
and died a million years ago."
"So how can you tell if it's still there?" Steve asked.
"Have no idea," Dud said.
Steve grinned and tossed off the last of his coffee.
"Well, I'd better be getting along. I'm running late as it is."
"So what you up to today, Steve?" said Doc.
"Getting ready for Sunday."
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