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 Slim Randles' Home Country 
            A Merry Christmas for Windy 
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            [December 29, 2014]  
			
			Windy 
			had sent off for a doo-dad for his small kitchen, and that’s why he 
			checked the mailbox. If you’re Alphonse “Windy” Wilson, and you’re 
			long-in-the-tooth and single, you find yourself not checking the 
			mailbox very often unless there’s a reason. It saves the 
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			 But there was something in there today. 
 He opened it up. It was a Christmas card from Mrs. Morris. In it, 
			she had written “Thank you so much for fixing my shed.”
 
 Wow! As Windy would say, it was a “transfigurational enlightening.” 
			Of course, he only used his fancy English when there was an audience 
			of one or more. But it led him to thinking he might have to check 
			the ol’ mailbox more often.
 
 He had straightened up Mrs. Morris’ shed that was perilously close 
			to becoming kindling in her back yard. That Mrs. Morris had wanted 
			it to become kindling so she could use the space for other reasons 
			didn’t really figure in. It all happened on one of Windy’s helping 
			days. One day each week, he looked around for someone who needed 
			help and helped them, whether they wanted him to or not.
 
			 The next day there were two more Christmas cards. One from Mrs. 
			Lopez, whose arthritis prevented her from weeding her flower patch, 
			and one from someone who didn’t sign it, but just wrote “Thank you 
			so much” inside.
 Windy was rendered speechless, which is the equivalent, here in Home 
			Country, of the Pacific Ocean tides deciding to take the day off.
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             But the capper came on Christmas Eve. Windy 
			returned from eating at the Mule Barn and explaining to the guys all 
			about “experiential trans-wisdom” and its effects on education these 
			days. And there, on his front porch, was a cardboard box with holes 
			punched in it. It was vibrating a big, too, and making whining 
			sounds.
 On opening it, Windy found a brown puppy with an overabundance of 
			enthusiasm and an active tongue and smile. There was no note. He 
			hugged the pup and took him in the house. It was going to be a great 
			Christmas.
 [Text from file received from 
			Slim Randles] 
			 Brought to you with 
			warmest Christmas season wishes by Slim and Catherine Randles. 
			
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