Home Country Slim Randles Emily,” Dewey said, “I have a confession to make to you. I don’t have a neurotic fascination with manure.” You don’t?” “No.” He kissed her again and they both smiled. “It’s my business. I supply fertilizer to people’s gardens. That’s what I do. When I told you I was in manure, […]
Home Country Slim Randles It was one of those blissful spring evenings when everything works out just right. Walking head-on to each other were two couples: Randy and Katie holding hands and moving east, and Dewey and Emily walking closely without actually touching, moving west. All four were smiling. There’s a magic about a spring […]
Home Country Slim Randles Down at the sale barn Saturday, the think tank had coagulated there with coffees to go to celebrate spring. Doc and Dud had their dogs with them, while Bert and Dewey and Steve went stag. Dud tried to start a conversation, but the loudspeaker soon drove them outside, where they arrayed themselves […]
Home Country Slim Randles Some of us live nicely without utilities and I’ve even heard of a teenager somewhere who doesn’t have a cell phone. But for Alphonse “Windy” Wilson, it’s quite impossible to live without an audience. There’s more than one benefit to being in that audience when Windy gets cranked up, too, because […]
Home Country Slim Randles It was the sun’s fault; that’s all we could figure out later. Well, that and the demise of Doc’s phantom squirrel. For a couple of days the sun had been warming our shoulders and making us smile. You know, whispering semi-forgotten things in our ears like “fly fishing … gardens … […]
Home Country Slim Randles We hadn’t seen our pal, Steve the cowboy, at the philosophy counter at the Mule Barn truck stop for a while. After a week’s absence, he showed back up for his daily ration of caffeine, and it was obvious he’d lost some weight, if not attitude. “Hospital again,” he said. We […]
Home Country Slim Randles As you read this there are dozens of men and women and hundreds of dogs crossing a very cold Alaska: more than a thousand miles of it. It’s called the Iditarod by everyone who doesn’t drive a team in it. For those who have, it’s the Idiot Road. There are deadly serious […]
Home Country Slim Randles Life is kinda like a corrugated, washboard ranch road, I believe. Give anything enough time and experience and warts and scars and grooves will get worn in it. The down times and the up times, and the way they tend to alternate can lead to a corrugation in our dirt roads […]