But it was cold, and sitting out on the bench and ambushing
listeners didn't work too well right now for Windy Wilson, so here
he came. We gave each other the wink and dragged out a chair for
"What d'you know, Windy? Cold enough for ya?"
"Cold? You think this is cold? Why, one time up on the high line,
I was disappropriating firewood for the crew on the railroad, and it
come over me, then and there ..."
"We weren't talking about the cold this morning, Windy," said
Doc. "We were discussing the future of microbes."
"Microbes? Ain't they like choir robes? Why, this one time I was
singing barleytone in the Presbytoolian church, and there was this
guy named Mike, all right, and ..."
"Now Doc," said Steve, twitching his walrus mustache, "Don't you
remember? We'd finished with the microbes and went sailing on into
February. Sorry, Windy, Doc didn't mean to disrupticate your
dissemination of events, but he'd just forgot. It was February."
"February? You mean like Leap Year kinda February paraphernalium
where you only get olden on one day every four years? That kinda
Dud and Herb were trying hard not to laugh.
[to top of second
"No, Alphonse," Doc said. He sometimes got formal with our
friend. "We were discussing whether or not to leave out the first
‘r' in February. No one uses it ..."
"But just because something isn't used," Windy said, waving his
empty coffee cup at Mavis, "doesn't mean we have to completely
immolify it, does it? If we occasionally sloop over the top of a
letter, that doesn't braggandize it. That doesn't codify its
lesserness, does it?"
"So you're saying we should keep the first ‘r' in February, is
that it?" asked Steve.
"Absotively," said Windy.
"OK, now," Doc said, "who will stand up for the ‘h' in school?"
Some people think we're just having coffee each morning there in
the truck stop.
[Text from file received from Slim Randles]
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