Slim Randles' Home Country
Jockeying on 1st run down Geezer Hill
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The bona fide members of the Mule Barn truck stop's
philosophy counter and world dilemma think tank adjourned early
Saturday to reconvene at the top of Geezer Hill. That wasn't its
real name, of course. It didn't have a real name. It wasn't much of
a hill, either. More like a 20-foot elevation. The youngsters called
it Geezer Hill because several members of the think tank, being in
possession of gray hair and semi-wisdom, had smoothed out a sled run
that featured style rather than speed.
Each winter since, when the moon was right, nothing good was on
television and the joints didn't ache more than usual, the
aforementioned geezers slid down the hill.
Herb and Doc and Marvin
stood at the top and got the toboggan ready, while Steve just
watched. He was younger, quite a bit younger, than the other three,
but this cold weather got his hurt parts riled up and he was sitting
this one out.
"I keep looking around for someone young enough to make the first
run and kinda top it off for us," Doc said, "and we don't have
"I'd go first," Herb said, "if I hadn't promised my wife I
"Can't be that hard to do, I mean, just to go first," Marvin
said. "Where's your pioneering spirit?"
"So you're going first, Marvin?"
"Not today. Today is ... something ... can't remember what. But
if it was tomorrow, I'd go first."
"Tomorrow that run will be all smooth and packed down and old
ladies could go down it," Herb said. "Tomorrow, we'll have been over
it dozens of times."
"Got any old ladies around?" Doc asked.
[to top of second
Steve did a couple of squats, and swung his arms around. He took
the toboggan rope from Doc's hand, sat down, put both boots over the
front curl of it, and pushed off.
"Yeehaw!" he yelled as the toboggan slid in slow motion along its
gentle path to the bottom. Both he and the toboggan arrived at the
bottom together, and the three oldsters applauded as Steve walked
Doc grabbed the toboggan's rope. "I'll go next."
And as he sat down in it, he grinned up at the tall cowboy with
the walrus moustache. "Steve, I believe that's the first time I ever
saw anyone spur a sled to the bottom of a hill."
"Doc," he said, "I can ride anything with hair. Or ... wood."
[Text from file received from Slim Randles]
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