Wednesday’s Guest – Slim Randles

Recently, I’ve spent some time updating some of the older blog posts and converting them to blocks in the new WordPress program. Or is is called interface? I have trouble with tech terms that I don’t use often, so I don’t remember which one applies. My kids all laugh when I try to explain a problem I’m having with the computer, “Well, it won’t do what it’s supposed to.”

“What do you mean.”

“That thingy on the screen. It won’t move.”

“You mean the curser?”


I’ve come a long way since that conversation as I do always remember what a curser is, but there are terms I may never remember. And I wonder if I really need to. I’ll never write a book that has a character who needs to be tech savvy. 🙂

Okay, enough of an update. Enjoy this column that first ran here in 2012.

Today is my regular humor feature at The Blood Red Pencil Blog and my guest there is humorist, Tracy Farr. It’s a bit serendipitous that Tracy is guesting there, and Slim Randles is guesting here. Both were regular contributors to the online magazine that I ran for many years,, and shared their wit and wisdom to the delight of my readers. I am so grateful that they continue to let me feature their work here and at The Blood Red Pencil.

Slim has a new book out, Home Country; Drama Dreams and Laughter from America’s Heartland, that is a compilation of his nationally syndicated column, “Home Country.” This is a wonderful book that is a joy to keep on the coffee table to read and read again. The following column was originally was printed May 2009. Enjoy….

It was Doc who first noticed Dud’s strange behavior.

I was too busy trying to put an elk-hair caddis fly on a size 16 just beyond that big smooth rock on Lewis Creek. I know there’s a big rainbow trout in that hole there, you see, and there is nothing more important, on a May morning like this one, than enticing that big rascal into delivering himself to my waiting hands.

But Doc noticed that Dud had laid his fly rod down in the bushes and was doing strange things with his hands. Finally, Doc got my attention, pointed to Dud, and we both stopped fishing and walked over to see what our long-time pal was up to.

Dud would look around in the air, then make a one-handed grab at the air. After several grabs, he’d take two fingers of his other hand, put them in his clenched fist, and wiggle around. Then he’d smile and open his fist and look in the air again. Doc and I looked silently at each other, wondering how long it would take from our day of fishing to get Dud delivered to the nervous ward in the city.

“Dud,” said Doc, “how’s the fishing?”

“Huh? Oh hi. Not fishing right now, Doc. Experimenting.”

“Experimenting?” I said. Of course, I said this automatically, forgetting for a moment how time consuming it could be to start Dud explaining things of a scientific nature.

“Natural selection,” Dud said, proudly. “Survival of the fittest. Yes, I decided to spend my morning in Darwinian pursuits, making the world a safer place for mankind.”

Doc looked at me. “He’s talking like that again,” he said.

“Well, Doc,” said Dud, “you, of all people, should be able to appreciate what I’m doing. After all, you’re a man of science and a healer. I’m going to rid the world of dangerous diseases. Observe.”

Then Dud made another grab at the air, and this time we could see he was snatching a mosquito out of the air. Again he used his other hand to do something to the mosquito, and then he released it.

“I’m pulling out their drillers,” Dud said. “I figgered if I pull out enough drillers, then sooner or later two drillerless mosquitoes will get married and have pups and then we’ll have a family of drillerless mosquitoes here on Lewis Creek. Without drillers, they won’t be able to pass along yellow fever or malaria to fishermen.”

Doc looked at him in a strange way. “Dud, there’s never been anyone get malaria from these Lewis Creek mosquitoes.”

“See?” Dud said, brightly. “It’s already working.”

Brought to you by Sun Dog Days, a novel by Slim Randles. Check it out at                      

4 thoughts on “Wednesday’s Guest – Slim Randles”

  1. Susan, I always looked forward to Slim’s offering each week. Either had me laughing, or stopping to think about something meaningful.

    Dana, I think you will really like the book.

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