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of the earlier knights of the coffee table arrived just before
daylight, flipping their cups to the upright and fillable positions,
and were joined quickly by Dewey, which is an unusual occurrence.
Doc was the only one of us downwind from Dewey, and we watched to
see if any fainting took place, but evidently Dewey had not yet
begun his job of transferring soil nutrients from the dairies to
people’s yards.
“How’s it going, Dewey?” Dud said. We all like Dewey.
“Finer’n frog hair, Dud. My shoulder’s in shape for a shovel and I’m
sure gonna shovel…”
“Well, yes you are,” Doc said, quickly.
“Dewey’s an interesting name,” Dud said. “Was your mother … dewy
eyed when you were born?”
“That’s D-E-W-Y. My name has the extra e in it. Actually, I was
named for a famous man.”
We sipped over that one for a minute.
“Thomas E. Dewey!” shouted Doc. “Governor of New York. Candidate for
President. Your mother was a Republican, right?”
“Uh, no … not him, I’m afraid.” [to top of second
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“I know …” said Steve. “Admiral
Dewey. Whats-his-name … George. George Dewey of the Spanish-American
War! Your dad was a fan of the Navy.”
“Well, not exactly,” Dewey said, although privately he thought that
would’ve been a good guy to be named for.
“Well?” said Doc. “I’ve run out of Deweys. Who was it?”
“Melvil.”
“Who?”
“Melvil Dewey,” Dewey said. “You know … Dewey Decimal System? My mom
was a librarian.”
[Text from file received from
Slim Randles]
Go to the library and check out some of my books. It’s free and most
of the words are spelled correctly.
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