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 It’s always a treat when Windy Wilson stops by the
Mule Barn for a cup and a visit with us. He got all settled in while
we waited for him.
“Now you fellas know it shore ain’t perlite to interrupt a guy when
he’s educatin’ the kids, right? A real gentleman wouldn’t do it. But
that didn’t slow down this weird young guy who was visitin’ one of
our hometown girls.
“I think she met him in college where he was majorin’ in bein’
wrong, and brought him home to meet the folks. The way it was, I had
a few kids I found coming out of the malt shop and I kinda herded
them over to this year sidewalk bench so I could ‘splain how school
used to was back in the day, you know?
“So in the midst of my dislertation, this weirdo guy walks up and
says to me that I shouldn’t be tellin’ them kids about workin’ hard
because that’s jest how the gov’ment gets ahold of ‘em and makes ‘em
into slaves. Hey, I’m not klddin’!
“Then he starts in to lecturin’ them, and me, about how we have too
much stuff and need to share it with other folks. Now that ain’t
bad, I guess. I don’t mind sharin’ Seems right. But then he says we
don’t have the right to own anythin’ at all. [to top of second
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“I had me a look to see how
these year kids was ascorbing this nonsense and I saw that Garcia
kid wasn’t happy. He jest got a brand-new bike last week or month or
somethin’ and he thought he ought to keep it.
“So, bein’ the on-the-spot grown up, I ups and asks weirdo what he
would suggest we all do about it, and he looks straight at me and
tells me to go dial an electric materialism!
“Took me kinder flat-footed there for a second, but I rallied. I
puffed up a bit and straightened HIM out. I said, ‘I ain’t gonna do
it!’”
Windy paused.
“Besides, guys, I shore didn’t know which number to dial.”
[Text from file received from
Slim Randles]
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