Slim Randles' Home Country
A-one and a-two and a-three
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Dud was awfully
quiet all through the daily dissemination of anything on the front
page of the Valley Weekly Miracle, which wasn't like him at all.
Just sucked down caffeine and silently shook his head now and then.
"Anita OK, Dud?"
"Oh ... sure, Doc."
He nodded, then looked up with a wistful, philosophical look that
our guys don't usually get until after the buttered toast.
"Sometimes I think it's pearls before swine, that's all."
"Music, I mean. You know how you practice and practice and then
you get good enough to actually do something? Well, I took
the accordion and went to the accordion festival to compete ...
well, you know I'm not really that bad any more..."
"You're getting pretty darn good on that thing, Dud."
"Thanks, Steve. Well, we drove down to the capital and I got in
the competition and did OK. Placed third in polka. I played that new
piece. It's kinda hard because it has those minor bass buttons in it
and it took me forever to learn not to miss them.
"It was after that. You see, I put the accordion back in the car
and we went in for a lunch they gave everyone."
[to top of second
"What's wrong with that?"
"I forgot to lock the car. We were halfway through lunch when
Anita asked me if I'd locked the car, and then it hit me that I
might not have locked it. She insisted I run right out and check,
and that's what I did. And that's when I lost my faith in human
"Oh, Dud," Doc said, "someone stole your accordion?"
"No, it was still there in the back seat. But someone had put two
more in there with it."
He shook his head. "Pearls before swine."
[Text from file received from Slim Randles]
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