August 26, 2015
Billy’s been a busy guy ever since he became the official town dog here. Sally had been the town dog until she passed away on Doc’s porch, and then Billy’s owner died just two weeks after that, so it was something of a natural progression. Sometimes offices are filled without an election.
The high school wood shop boys built Billy a doghouse next to the school crossing, but Billy preferred Aunt Ada’s couch in the cold months and a nice dog depression under an oak tree when it’s warm.
August 19, 2015
NEW — 3:38 p.m. Aug. 19, 2015
It was Thursday again. Mabel Adams asked at the desk to be sure.
“Thursday all day, Mabel,” the girl said. “Don’t forget to get your hair done today. Two o’clock … right?”
“Right,” Mabel said, locking the time away in her mind. “Two o’clock. On Thursday.”
She took her purple walker and went half a block to the counter at the drug store. Read more
August 11, 2015
NEW — 1:48 p.m. Aug. 11, 2015
It was lunchtime at the sale barn on the edge of town and the guys were milling around. They didn’t really want to eat there, as the regular cook had a family emergency in the next state, so it was a substitute named Leroy and the guys knew that everything Leroy cooked tasted like toast.
So they milled around, kicking dirt clods, inspecting the livestock coming up for the afternoon bidding, and pretending they were maybe someday going to buy something. Their dogs were there, of course: Steve’s two cowdogs, Doc’s Egyptian shepherd, Ramses (he makes pyramids in the backyard), and Billy, the official town dog.
“Steve, what’s the name of that guy who used to walk around in the bleachers yelling ‘Ho!’ every time someone wanted to bid?” Read more
August 5, 2015
NEW — 11:37 a.m. Aug. 5, 2015
Doc was the first one in at the Mule Barn truck stop this morning, so he got to pick, and he chose the round table instead of the philosophy counter. If you asked him why, he couldn’t tell you, but some days are just round table days, while others lend themselves to counter proposals.
In 15 minutes, the round table had a quorum of homespun philosophers, practical jokers and scientific greatness.
“Puts me in mind,” said Bert, “of the time we were in the mountains and I was suddenly surrounded by a mountain lion.” Read more
July 29, 2015
NEW — 11:02 a.m. July 29, 2015
Whenever Delbert McLain — our chamber of commerce here — gets a new idea, he generally shows up at the Mule Barn for coffee. He likes to try the ideas out on bonafide members of the world dilemma think tank before springing them on the world.
“What I’m thinking, guys, is this,” he said, “We need to bring the Olympic Games here to the valley!”
July 23, 2015
Days like this, said Doc, a guy has to get out and get his yard work done early, before it gets too hot.
“So when does it get too hot, Doc?”
July 16, 2015
“Bert looks good this morning, Doc,” Dud said, quietly. Three stools down the counter, Bert smiled and said, “Yes, I certainly do!”
We turned toward our old pal. “You heard that?”
July 9, 2015
Windy Wilson was on the prowl, this beautiful Independence Day morning, searching the neighborhood for something to do for others. He decided to let his weekly day helping others come on the Fourth this week, because he was feeling very American.
Let’s see … he thought … I can circumlocute over to Mrs. Hennessey’s and see if her flower garden needs weeding. She’s got very close veins and the sugar diabeets, and getting around ain’t easy.
July 2, 2015
We all watched as the flag came by. It was the first thing in the parade, of course. Great big one, carried by two of the kids from the ROTC at the high school.
The bands followed, along with the mounted patrol, the ski patrol in their summer-weight jackets, the float with the princesses on it, and the local kids leading dogs and cats — some rather reluctantly — on leashes.
June 25, 2015
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. Pop and several other residents of the Rest of Your Life retirement home were there to enjoy the dance and celebrate the arrival of summer. Pop has a hard time with his memory these days, but always forgets things with a smile.