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 The funny little car with the speakers on the roof
drove slowly down Main Street once again.
“Hi folks,” came the voice of Windy Wilson. “Can you hear me okay
this morning?”
Doc was in front of the drugstore and shook his head. “They can hear
him okay in Temecula.”
“Our newest sponsor is good ol’ Fran down at the Curl Up ‘N Dye
Beauty Salon right here in town. You know where it is. It’s where
all you beautiful ladies go to get even more beautifuller. Before
you know it, your hair will be any color you want it to be, and
it’ll stand straight up or hang down straight or maybe jest curls up
around your head and makes you look like a movie star.
“And speaking of stars, how’d you like to help a grungy ol’ cowboy
camp cook be a star? Thass right, and you can do that by writing to
the head dude at Clean Bridge University over in England, and tell
him ol’ Windy ought to have him a honorary college degree. Why, if
enough a-you do that, I’ll betcha I get a call to whup on over there
and have a crumpet with the Queen. Doncha think?
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“And that there crumpet might
not taste a whole lot like them rolled-up crab thingies that Del
Chin has down at the Gates a-Heaven Chinese Joint here in town, but
it’s prolly the best them English guys can do. They oughta come over
and spend some time learnin’ that good Chinese cookin’ stuff from
Del Chin. And clean? Hey, you can eat off the plates in that place!”
A few hours later, Windy dropped the car off at the restaurant and
Del Chin called him to one side and handed him an envelope with cash
in it. “Windy, your commercials certainly please our advertisers,
and they want to pay us. So here’s your half.”
God bless America.
Text from file received from
Slim Randles]
Brought to you by the
genuine cowboy music and musings of Steve Cormier up in New Mexico’s
Sandia Mountains. Check him out at stevecormier.net.
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