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 “It’s a danged shame ‘bout Thanksgivin’,” Windy
Wilson said. The others stopped stirring things into their coffee
cups and looked at the aging cowboy and camp cook.
Windy glanced at the semi-circle of puzzled faces there in the Mule
Barn coffee shop. “You know what I mean … ‘stead of people we
achully know, we gotta spend it with folks we haven’t seen since the
end of Dubya-Dubya Two.”
“You mean family?”
“Shore do, Doc. Now jest think for a minute and 15 seconds here,
okay? Now with Halloween, which is my favorite holiday, you get to
say hi to a mess-a little kids and give ‘em a candy and then they’re
gone. You get tired of it or the candy bowl gits on down where you
can see the bottom of ‘er … you jest turn out the porch light.”
“But Windy,” said Doc, “Thanksgiving is a family time. Aunts and
uncles and grandparents and brothers and sisters and lots of little
ones running around. It’s a time when we see where we belong.” [to top of second
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“It’s the dang things we don’t
say that really cripple the pig on this ‘un, you know.” Windy
grinned. “Stuff like ‘Aunt Marge, you don’t sweat near as much as
other fat women.’ And ‘Uncle Bill, did them dang cops ever give you
your driving license back?’
“And ‘Susan, I hear tell you done okay in that there queenie
contest. Did you have to talk or anything like that?”
There probably is something to be said for Halloween.
[Text from file received from
Slim Randles]
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