By Slim Randles “Good morning, boys!” said Delbert McLain, glad-handing the regular members of the world-dilemma think tank at the Mule Barn truck stop’s philosophy counter. “I need your advice.” Well, when the director (make that “sole employee”) of our local Chamber of Commerce needs advice from the best minds in the county, he’d naturally […]
Sep 28 2011 | Posted in
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“Good morning, boys!” said Delbert McLain, glad-handing the regular members of the world-dilemma think tank at the Mule Barn truck stop’s philosophy counter. “I need your advice.” Well, when the director (make that “sole employee”) of our local Chamber of Commerce needs advice from the best minds in the county, he’d naturally show up here […]
Sep 17 2011 | Posted in
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Mrs. Doc watched the dancers swirl around the cleared hardwood floor of the Legion hall, and smiled to see her husband, Doc, waltzing with Ardis Fisher. But Mrs. Doc was never one to sit out a waltz, so she looked around at the menu. Over in the corner, smiling and tapping his foot, was Pop Walker. […]
Jul 6 2011 | Posted in
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Herb Collins was back out in the yard again Saturday. The noise made the neighbors go to the windows and peek out to see what was going on, because yard work and noise and Herb have never gone together. Mystery solved. Herb has a new gas-powered lawn mower. Last Saturday was the final outing for […]
Jun 7 2011 | Posted in
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Delbert McLain dropped in at the Mule Barn truck stop yesterday for a quick cup. He was wearing his usual suit and tie, despite the heat. Usually Delbert does his coffee drinking and socializing out at the country club where the business guys go. We’ve been there, and the chairs don’t fit as well. For the […]
Jun 1 2011 | Posted in
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I was studying my card when the guys walked in for coffee. “What did you get?” asked Doc. “D-24.” “Just one?” “Yeah. The boys caught me when I was kinda short, so I only got the one this year.” “They hit me for ten,” Doc said. “In E section.” Dud looked at us. “I think E section’s […]
May 25 2011 | Posted in
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It all began when old man Ortega’s rooster disappeared. He reported it to the police, of course, who thought this neighborhood alarm clock finally met with a dissatisfied customer and was now cradled in dumplings. The police said as much to Ortega, and the old man wanted to know what the police were going to […]