May 20, 2015
I was studying my card when the guys walked in for coffee.
“What did you get?” Doc asked.
May 12, 2015
Delbert’s at it again. You know Delbert McLain, our local chamber of commerce? He’s the guy who wants to bring lots of people here so the place isn’t quite as nice as it is now.
Well, ol’ Delbert zipped into the Mule Barn truck stop the other day, plopped down at the empty Round Table, and motioned for those of us at the philosophy counter to join him. We did.
May 5, 2015
Doc saw Dewey the other day, supervising as Windy Wilson unloaded a dump truck of manure into a huge bin on a vacant lot.
“I’ll go persecute some more, Dewey,” Windy said, and drove off toward the feedlot.
April 28, 2015
It was just one of those things. It didn’t really mean Marvin Pincus had lost his mind.
Consider this yourself for a minute. Marvin had opened the mail that morning and in it was the Fenwick glass flyrod he’d ordered. Oh, it was used, of course. But there’s a feel to a Fenwick that only a man dedicated to a life of using dry flies can appreciate.
April 21, 2015
Steve, the tall cowboy of us philosophy types, was riding a young horse through town the other day to get him used to “boogers.”
To gentle a horse, he explained, you give them something to booger at, and then talk them out of it. You keep coming up with new boogers and calming the horse until screaming fire engines and jet exhaust are no problem at all.
April 14, 2015
Dud looked at his Anita across the kitchen table and smiled at the wonderment of her. She didn’t take him for granted, and he didn’t take her for granted, either. Seemed like a nice way for a man and his wife to be in love.
But how was he going to translate this? This has been the problem for several years now with the book.
April 7, 2015
“So why do we salute the flag, kids?” Abraham Lincoln Bahdziewicz said.
Woodrow Wilson Bahdziewicz, the oldest of the Bahdziewicz kids, raised his hand.
March 31, 2015
Instead of the philosophy counter, we were at the righteous round table yesterday, because Herb got there first and he picked. It’s a good venue at the Mule Barn truck stop when you’re expecting more than three or four members of the world dilemma think tank.
But we weren’t expecting Windy.
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.