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Slim Randles' Home Country
 
            
            The people who dance through our lives 
			 
		
		 
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            [August 30, 2014]  
			
			Mrs. 
			Doc watched the dancers swirl around the cleared hardwood floor of 
			the Legion hall, and smiled to see her husband, Doc, waltzing with 
			Ardis Fisher. But Mrs. Doc was never one to sit out a waltz, so she 
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			 Over in the corner, smiling and tapping his foot, was Pop Walker. 
			Pop and several other residents of the Rest of Your Life retirement 
			home were there to enjoy the dance and celebrate summer. Pop has a 
			hard time with his memory, these days, but always forgets things 
			with a smile. 
			 
			“Pop,” said Mrs. Doc, “how about a dance?” 
			 
			“Why sure … uh?” 
			 
			“Mrs. Doc.” 
			 
			“Right. Mrs. Doc.” 
			
			  
			Pop had learned to waltz back when more people did it, and the 
			decades had smoothed his dance steps with the fine sanding of time. 
			It was a pleasure for Mrs. Doc to go around the floor with him. 
			 
			She smiled and winked at her husband as she and Pop danced by, and 
			Doc grinned and swirled a fancy di-do with Ardis, just to show off. 
			Then she and Pop got closer to the bandstand and there was Dud 
			Campbell playing his accordion. He looked happy and surrealistic in 
			the muted reddish lights on the stage. Next to him sat Carla 
			Martinez, playing rhythm guitar and smiling out on her town and her 
			life. Jim Albertson was up there, too, playing the waltz’s melody on 
			the harmonica, and trading the lead with Jasper Blankenship on his 
			fiddle.  
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			As she and Pop Walker danced away, the 
			bandstand receded in a blur of light and sound. Passing like ships 
			in the night were Dewey Decker with Mavis from the Mule Barn truck 
			stop. Mavis’s hair is growing back in since the treatments, giving 
			everyone in the valley just one more reason to be thankful. Randy 
			Jones and Katie Burchell sailed by on wings of love. 
			 
			The waltz ended and Pop walked Mrs. Doc to her seat. 
			 
			“Thanks for the dance, er … Honey,” he said. 
			 
			“Thank you, Pop.” 
			  
			
			
			  
			
			 
			The people who dance through our lives give us the reason to get up 
			and get dressed each day. 
			[Text from file received from 
			Slim Randles] 
			 
			
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