by Slim
Randles
Delbert’s
at it again. You know Delbert McLain, our local chamber of commerce? He’s the
guy who wants to bring lots of people here so the place isn’t quite as nice as
it is now.
Well, ol’ Delbert zipped into the Mule Barn
truck stop the other day, plopped down at the empty Round Table, and motioned
for those of us at the philosophy counter to join him. We did.
“Boys,” he said, when we were seated and
sipping, “I want to bounce an idea off you and see how it goes.”
He
almost whispered, “Two words … knife sharpening!”
“Sure,” said Dud, pulling a diamond steel from
a holster on his belt. “I’ll sharpen it for you, Delbert.”
“No,
I don’t mean I need a knife sharpened,” he said, “I mean … a knife-sharpening
contest. Actually, a knife-sharpening fiesta!”
His
face beamed, he spread his arms, his hands palms up toward Heaven as the sheer
Divine magnitude of the idea settled in. Doc reached for another sugar packet.
“Just
think of it, guys,” Delbert said, “A veritable bevy of blade bevellers
descending on our community, spending money in our restaurants, buying the
latest in knife gear from the hardware store, filling the rooms at the motel.”
He
looked around. Steve’s coffee made him cough. Doc chuckled into his hand. Dud
put his diamond steel away.
“Sounds like a sharp idea to me, Del,” said Doc. “I like
the way you came right to the point.”
“An edgy proposition,” Dud said, “but one that
whets the appetite.”
Steve recovered from his coughing fit. “You
could hold it out in the pasture and call it ‘Hone on the Range.’”
Delbert ignored the groaning and smiled.
“That’s it, boys. Think on it. Let’s come up with some good angles.”
And Doc said, “I hear 10 to 15 degrees is best
for a really sharp blade.”
Cracker
packets flew.
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You’ll never guess what Windy Wilson says on the Home
Country podcast this week: http://starworldwidenetworks.com/index.php/MusicStarWorldwide/detail/home_country
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