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 Mrs.
Doc brought them some ice cream, but Doc and Charles weren’t that
interested. Charles is Doc’s six-year-old grandson, and both Doc and
Mrs. Doc have found it fascinating to view the world, after having
been around so many years, through the fresh eyes and wonderment of
a youngster.
But turning down ice cream? Doc had to chuckle, because he didn’t
even know that was possible. But the remote-controlled toy wouldn’t
be denied. As Doc watched, Charles turned switches and pushed
buttons and the mysterious machine changed form. It became a monster
instead of a race car and walked over to scare the sleeping cat.
When the laughter finally died down, they both agreed it was worth
it. Then the monster became a race car once again and shot across
the floor and had a head-on collision with the leg of the couch.
Charles expertly backed it away.
“You want to drive it a while, Grandpa?” [to top of second
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“No thanks,” Doc said. “I
couldn’t drive it as good as you can.”
And Doc knew that was true, even though Doc had been driving a car
since the invention of stop signs, and Charles couldn’t do that yet.
But Charles, a coming first grader, held power in his hands. Someday
he’d be driving a car, and Doc hoped the remote car’s lessons for
safety and fun would carry on through the years to come. A guy needs
to be in charge every now and then.
[Text from file received from
Slim Randles]
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