By Slim Randles
Janice Thomas came in the Mule Barn for breakfast the other day, and sat at the counter for the first time. She usually gets one of the tables, or a booth against the wall. We were kinda flattered that she’d come sit with us, but wondered why. After all, this high school art teacher never has been one to sit down and solve the world’s problems, the way we do.
She didn’t keep us waiting long, though.
“Boys,” she said, “I have a deer pointer.”
She let the silence pounce heavily on our sweet rolls while we pondered this.
“A what?” Doc said.