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into Doc down at The Mule Barn the other day, so naturally we had to
rid the world of about a gallon of coffee and solve the world’s
problems for an hour. It is the duty of all true Americans of our
age, you know.
Doc said he’d been aching a little bit lately. Joints or something.
He’d been out fixing the pasture fence where the mare had been
pushing on it. The next morning it made him walk funny.
“I remember when my dad was my age,” he said. “I asked him how it
felt to be this old. Well, he looked at me as though I were
committing a crime by having brown hair, you know? And then he said,
“To be this old? Well, I guess it beats the alternative.”
The truth is, the morning coffee drinkers of our area aren’t really
old, not inside. We hurt a bit more the next day when we do things,
that’s all. And having to walk funny for an hour or so is a small
price to pay for our experience. [to top of second
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Being experienced sounds better.
“The other day,” Doc said, “I was down to the feed store, and the
kid there took one look at me and carried those heavy sacks out to
the truck for me. It was embarrassing, and she shouldn’t have done
it.”
[Text from file received from
Slim Randles]
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