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Well, mud might be too mundane a handle for this mixture, because
it comes -- especially at this time of year -- in many various
forms. Starting with boot-clinging goo, through tromping mud, and
all the way through too much rain to slop, it is still mud, and it
is still underestimated and still makes me jealous.
When Noah's ark landed and they opened the chute, did the animals
walk out two by two? No way. They hit 150 days' worth of slop and
glop. You know the elephants bogged down right off the gangplank. So
where is the mud in the Bible? Underestimated again.
Ask any combat veteran about Pork Chop Hill, Chateau Thierry, the
Bulge, Guadalcanal. What do they remember most? The mud.
What are the most desirable tires in the United States today? Mud
tires. We don't care what it is or how much it costs. If it runs in
mud, if it prevents mud, if it cleans mud, we have to have it.
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In one of the most dramatic switcheroos in history, the same
sweet little girl who baked mud pies in utter delight at age 2 had a
cow at 32 if some mud got on her blouse, and at 42 she nearly
bankrupts the family to secure the services of a sucking machine so
powerful it can pull rabbits out of hats, just to get rid of mud on
the carpet.
Without mud, where would the vacuum cleaner business be? Where
would paved streets be? What would happen to detergent sales?
Four-wheel-drive vehicles? Galoshes?
So shouldn't we really look around us and take pride in the
wonderful sole-sucking mud we get this time of year? Well, I might,
if I weren't so jealous.
After all, in our house, mud has its own room, just inside the
front door, and I don't.
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