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all of us know how to pronounce pandemic now, and we have a pretty
good idea of what it means since everyone we know spent more than a
year under virtual house arrest.
But that didn’t help Billy much. Billy’s our town dog, of course.
He’s been our town dog since Sally passed away on Doc’s porch, and
Billy’s owner died two weeks later. Sometimes an honored position
doesn’t require an election.
Billy took right to it. He made his daily rounds to the back door of
the Chinese restaurant and the Mule Barn coffee shop. He drifted
over to the Rest of Your Life retirement home often to give the old
folks another reason to enjoy life.
And there was his job, too. Every weekday morning
Billy was on duty at the street crossing where the kids went to
school. Martin, the crossing guard, was always there with his vest
and his sign, and Billy was the official cross-the-street escort. [to top of second
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But when the pandemic hit, the
kids were suddenly home schooled and Martin stayed home as well.
This threw a big monkey wrench into Billy’s gear box.
So about once a week, a bunch of
us masked coffee drinkers would go to the school intersection and
stand there until Billy showed up. He’d look both ways and take us
across the street, and then continue on his daily rounds.
Just because we’re in a pandemic doesn’t mean we can’t do our job.
[Text from file received from
Slim Randles]
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