"She's putting something up on the bulletin
board," Herb said."Wonder what it says," said Doc.
"Might be something from school," Herb said.
Steve is of a more practical way of thinking. "You ever thought
about going over there and seeing what it is?"
Steve got up and walked over and read the poster. He came back.
"It's an art show," Steve said. "For anyone who wants to enter."
"Haven't had an art show here in a long time."
"Those city guys who moved in the Johnson place, remember?"
"That was an art show?"
"Maybe."
"You know," Dud said, "there's more than one way to do art. You
take John Kennedy now. The way he can pick up a little stick with
his backhoe. How many people can do that? I think that's a kind of
art."
"You're right, Dud," said Herb. "You ever watch George when he's
fly fishing?"
The members of the Mule Barn truck stop's philosophy counter and
world-dilemma think tank nodded in agreement.
"Poetry, that is," said Doc.
"Dang near magic, to my mind," said Steve.