March 25, 2015
“There’s no sense a-tall,” said Alphonse “Windy” Wilson, “in climbin’ a mountain. Why, you can percolate up to the top and what do you get? Tired.”
Windy had cornered several old ladies who were leaving the Rest of Your Life retirement home to walk two blocks to the store. They weren’t fast enough to escape him.
March 17, 2015
As a prequel to the morning coffee inhalation down at the Mule Barn coffee shop, the members of the world dilemma think tank were found at the break of day, armed with fly rods, in their other guise as charter members of the Lewis Creek Piscatorial Pursuit Alliance.
“I like your presentation, Dud,” said Doc, waving his hand-tied midge through the air.
March 10, 2015
“Whenever we get tired of breathing the same air,” said Doc, “along comes spring.”
“Yep,” Dud said. “I breathed some this morning that came from the next state. I could taste at least two mountain ranges in it as well as a coal-burning whatchamacallit.”
March 3, 2015
“It’s all watermelon’s fault,” said Steve, shaking his head and sliding in to the philosophy counter.
He nodded at Loretta while flipping his mug to the upright and fillable position. She brought the pot and filled it.
February 24, 2015
When Steve and Dud got up to go get a paper, it left just Doc and Bert sitting at the philosophy counter of the Mule Barn truck stop.
Bert turned his head and smirked a little, being careful not to let Doc see him. Doc also didn’t see Dud outside, punching in a number on his cell phone while Steve stood by as a cheerleader.
February 17, 2015
It might have been the winter doldrums that did it. You can never be sure of these things.
It’s just that … well, Doc is one of those guys who can’t stand to see anyone bored. He claims it’s bad for their inner chemistry, and since he has more initials after his name than anyone else in town, we tend to listen to him.
February 10, 2015
Somehow the snow is a little like Christmas. We can expect it. We can listen to the television weather and expect it. But still, when it comes it’s like a gift a wonderful unwrapped gift, because it is the wrapping.
Doc found it when he turned on the porch light before dawn and the sheer whiteness of it came to him, and he smiled and let the cup of coffee warm his hands and the coffee itself warm his insides.
February 3, 2015
Mabel Adams was out the other day, with her new walker, the one with the basket on it, and a seat for sitting when she gets tired.
It’s a purple kind of walker and she likes it. It has hand brakes, too, just like a bicycle. She was headed for the Curl Up ‘N Dye beauty salon to get her permanent renewed, and she had to pass by the elementary school on her way.
January 27, 2015
Steve was out in the Mule Barn parking lot the other day, tightening something with his wrenches under the hood of his pickup truck. The rest of us stood around, looking wise, and sipping coffee.
“You sure it ain’t the solenoid?” said Bert.
“I don’t think they make them anymore,” said Doc.
“It’s usually the solenoid,” Bert said, with finality. Read more
January 20, 2015
Doc was just getting up to leave the philosophy counter as Herb walked in. Herb was grinning and flexing muscles and had the look of eagles in his eyes. We stared.
“Herb,” said Doc. “You know, you can overdo a good thing.”
“Why Doc … whatever do you mean?” Read more