Slim Randles is my guest today with a story featuring Windy and one of his hair-brained ideas. Windy, that is, not Slim. The guys down at the Mule Barn Truck Stop sometimes wonder where Windy’s elevator stops. It certainly does not go to the top floor, but you have to love the guy. His approach to the problems of life are unique and can bring a good chuckle when one is needed.
Grab a biscuit to have with your coffee and enjoy.
Windy Wilson came in to the philosophy counter at the Mule Barn Truck Stop just about the time we’d finished the hash browns with chile on the side. Red, of course.
Windy looked terrible.
“What’s wrong, Windy?”
“These here folks today …” he said. And we gulped a bit when we hear a sentence begun that way. “Folks today…” he sounded resigned, “they don’t ever try to unnerstand folks who ain’t perzackly like them. And people who have a leetle handiclap? Fergit it!”
Yep. Windy talks like that.
“What happened, Windy?”
“Wellsir, Doc, you know I been gittin’ a leetle hard a-hearin’ recently. Sometimes gotta ask somebody to say somethin’ twice … you know?”
We all knew.
“It’s that ding-danged tea kettle,” Windy said. “You know … got a whistler on it for when the water boils up? Cain’t hear it. I gotta be right in the ding-danged kitchen to hear it.”
“So you got some hearing aids?” Steve asked.
“Naw, cost too much. What I figgered to do was jest make that tea kettle louder. I saw one a them coach whistles in the store and I got that fer only $3.59. Then I got me a little piece of tube thing and I glued ‘er all together. Hey, looks good, too. I figgered, that there steam would come out and actuaralialize that coach whistle, and I know I could hear that.”
“Did it work, Windy?”
“Work? Well, I should smile it worked,” he said, proudly. “I was admirin’ that sound. I could hear it even out in the back yard. Yessir. ‘course my dog, Ramses, he wouldn’t come back in, but it’s a nice day. It’s them other folks.”
He took a sip of coffee. “Wellsir, first thing happens is Old Man Johnson next door, he calls the fire departmentals and tells ‘em my smoke alarm is goin’ off. Then Mrs. Garcia over the way, she calls the cops and says my burglar alarm is goin’ off. That ol’ brown dog of the Simpsons started barkin’ and runnin’ off toward Lewis Crick. Them kids at the playground thought recess was over and went back in to class.”
Windy shook his head. “First thing ya know, sireens and flashing lights up and down the street. Oh well … two good things come of it, though.”
“Yep. I can hear that kettle now, and I noticed I ain’t got no more gophers in the yard.”
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Slim Randles writes a nationally syndicated column, “Home Country” and is the author of a number of books including Saddle Up: A Cowboy Guide to Writing. That title, and others, are published by LPD Press.
If you enjoy his columns here, you might want to check out the book Home Country. It has some of the best of his offerings through the years.