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            Wendy escapes the Glue-vine 
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            [December 02, 2018]  
			
			"I’m jest ‘bout new-aged up,” 
			said Windy Wilson, sitting down and flipping his coffee cup to the 
			upright and fillable position. Mavis filled it. | 
        
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			 The other members sipping caffeine at the 
			philosophy counter at the Mule Barn truck stop looked over at Windy. 
			No one wanted to ask, so by the process of mind reading and silent 
			linguistics, they managed to hold their tongues. They all knew Windy 
			would never be content to leave it like that, and they were anxious 
			to see how the feedstore philosopher would introduce the subject. 
 Windy sipped and looked around. He had their attention, all right, 
			but no one asked.
 
 “It’s like this here, fellas,” Windy finally said. “You know the 
			widow, right? You know, the one that eats raw stuff? That new-age 
			stuff?”
 
 Still no one said anything.
 
 “Name’s Mamie Dilworth,” Windy said. “The artistical one? The one 
			that tried to get me to eat bait?”
 
 Heads nodded, but were silent otherwise. Everyone waited to hear the 
			latest attempt to drag the old cowboy and camp cook into modern 
			times. They all knew Mamie gave it her best shot.
 
 “T’other day it was,” Windy continued. “I sluiced over to Mame’s 
			house to see if she had a cup of that five-dollar coffee, you know? 
			But she smiled up at me and said, ‘Why Windy, haven’t you noticed 
			how cold it’s been?’ Wellsir, I ‘llowed as I had and then she said 
			she was goin’ ta give me a glue-vine.
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			 “I had to scoot on outa there, 
			guys. First thing you know, she’d a-had me wrapped up in sticky ol’ 
			ivy or honeystickle or somethin’ and you know I didn’t want that 
			there stuff getting’ on my good shirt.” 
			
			 
 Windy was wondering why his friends were laughing and choking on 
			their coffees. Strange guys, you know?
 
			"Gluehwein is a 
			German/Austrian winter-holiday drink that most tourists know as an 
			after-ski drink. After you come in out of the snow, it is supposed 
			to make you glow with warmth again.  [Text from file received from 
			Slim Randles] 
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