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PROMO 660 x 440 People - Slim Randles

By Slim Randles

"Kids got the kites up this morning down at the schoolyard," Dud said, slipping into his chair and flipping his coffee mug to the upright and fillable position in one smooth move.

Doc nodded and spread jam on his toast. He likes grape.

"Any special shapes this year?"

"Didn't see any," Dud said. "Same old diamond shapes, mostly."

"Now back when I was a kid," Herb chimed in, "we had box kites, too. Sometimes..."

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PROMO 660 x 440 People - Slim Randles

By Slim Randles

This Saturday is special to me, because for one day each year, I get to let the years fly behind me and become someone else. Back on this special Saturday in 1973, you see, I was Number 37. I had the Number 37 bib pinned on my parka that early morning at the baseball diamond in Anchorage, and I was just one of many dog mushers starting the very first Iditarod Dogsled Race to Nome.

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PROMO 660 x 440 People - Slim Randles

By Slim Randles

When Windy walked into the Mule Barn during that cold snap last week, we knew he was getting frantic for an audience. He has a hard time getting us to listen to his version of history, his notions of what was going on now, and his prognostications of the future of mankind.

But it was cold, and sitting out on the bench and ambushing listeners didn't work too well right now for Windy Wilson, so here he came. We gave each other the wink and dragged out a chair for him.

"What d'you know, Windy? Cold enough for ya?"

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PROMO 660 x 440 People - Slim Randles

By Slim Randles

I don't mind Boots. He just curls up quietly against my belly and stays put. But sleeping with Desdemona can be a bit unnerving. She snores. Sometimes she gets little bad dreams and scratches me, too. But hey, I get to come in out of the cold and sleep with Aunt Ada's cats on her sofa, and a guy can tolerate a certain amount of cat snoring for that.

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PROMO 660 x 440 People - Slim Randles

By Slim Randles

In the week before Valentine's Day, Marvin Pincus had two new customers for his (free of charge, of course) love advice and fly-tying consultation services. He tied up a midge for one client, a salmon streamer wrapped in lead for another, and wished them well. This was his busy time, of course. He knew another would come in mid-May, in desperate anticipation of June weddings.

"Marge," he said, sipping coffee and looking out at the snow, "I think we need a vacation."

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PROMO 660 x 440 People - Slim Randles

Slim Randles

The problem was Mrs. Doc, you see. Oh, don't misunderstand. She's a perfectly wonderful lady and we all think the world of her, and as far as we know she has yet to burn down a house or start a war or anything.

The problem is, we don't know her first name.

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PROMO 660 x 440 People - Slim Randles

By Slim Randles

There are times when we can tell what's going on without even seeing it or smelling it. Just take the other morning at the Mule Barn truck stop.

Most of the charter members of the world dilemma think tank were already gathered at the philosophy counter and had had two cups of coffee and solved most of the world's problems that occurred on page one of the Valley Weekly Miracle.

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PROMO 660 x 440 People - Slim Randles

By Slim Randles

Delbert McLain came by to have coffee with us the other day. He's our chamber of commerce, you know. Delbert's mission inn life seems to be to promote our little valley into becoming so important and prosperous that we won't want to live here anymore.

But he does try hard, and we admire that.

"Got an idea, guys," he said. He swept his necktie out of the way so he wouldn't accidentally butter it. "A contest."

"Like the knife-sharpening contest you thought up, Del?"

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Slim Randles

If they ever give a Nobel Prize for reading about science, our guy Bert Underwood would be a shoo-in. His own career had been strictly non-scientific, but his retirement absolutely reeked of cutting-edge discoveries, which he read about and tried to pronounce.

It was like that the other night when the Mule Barn closed. We had taken our wives down to split either a chicken-fried steak the size of a saddle blanket, or a fish and chips large enough to feed a cavalry regiment.  We stepped out into the chill of the night and looked up at the many stars.

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PROMO 660 x 440 People - Slim Randles

By Slim Randles

"Tell you kids what," he said, sitting down and cutting off their escape route, "there's more to lifetimin' than jest gettin' married, makin' a buncha money and bein' a success. Yessir."

The kids had made the mistake of leaving the ice cream parlor by the side door instead of the front door, you see, and before they had a chance to yell "Incoming!" why ... there he was ... Windy Wilson. Some folks, you see, can't live without food and water. Windy can't live without an audience.