The Unlikely Friendship of Delbert McLain and Marvin Pincus

Slim Randles Delbert McLain was seen going into Marvin Pincus’s house the other evening. We wondered on it a bit, because those two were less likely to become friends than any other two people in the valley. But Marvin, an old curmudgeon, is an amazing tier of fishing flies, and Delbert, who thinks blizzards areContinue reading “The Unlikely Friendship of Delbert McLain and Marvin Pincus”

Out In This Heat…

By Slim Randles “Now Mamie,” said Windy Wilson, “the reason I expurgated myself over here to your place was to see how you was a-doin’ in this year heat.” Mamie Dilworth refilled his iced tea glass, smiled at the old cowboy and camp cook. “Well, that’s awfully nice of you, Windy. I’m fine. Tired ofContinue reading “Out In This Heat…”

When the heat falls hard

By Slim Randles When the world is hot and my skin is fried, scratching from the constant dry, let the clouds boil up, boil up high. And then shade the earth with the darkening sky and bring the secrets and the smell of rain. The coolness and the blessed rain, again. Our land is brownContinue reading “When the heat falls hard”

Windy Wilson Is at It Again

By Slim Randles The funny little car with the speakers on the roof drove slowly down Main Street once again. “Hi folks,” came the voice of Windy Wilson. “Can you hear me okay this morning?” Doc was in front of the drugstore and shook his head. “They can hear him okay in Temecula.” “Our newestContinue reading “Windy Wilson Is at It Again”

Home Country: The Best Fortunes in Town

By Slim Randles “Folks and friends and neighborly people,” came the loudspeaker blaring of the official car of the Gates of Heaven restaurant. “This year’s your ol’ pal Alphonse Wilson … but you know they call me Windy … bringin’ the latest in news of fine Chinese cousin and other newsy stuff.” Folks came outContinue reading “Home Country: The Best Fortunes in Town”

Home Country- Windy Wilson holding court on all things strange

By Slim Randles It doesn’t really take much prompting to get ol’ Windy Wilson to start holding court on all things strange … not at the Mule Barn truck stop. All it takes is someone slowing down enough to listen to our aging camp cook. Someone accidentally said the word “quail” and that was enough.Continue reading “Home Country- Windy Wilson holding court on all things strange”

Down at the Mule Barn Talking About a Goat, and Other Things

By Slim Randles Steve was out in the Mule Barn parking lot the other day, tightening something with his wrenches under the hood of his pickup truck. The rest of us stood around, looking wise, and sipping coffee. “You sure it ain’t the solenoid?” said Bert. “I don’t think they make them anymore,” said Doc.Continue reading “Down at the Mule Barn Talking About a Goat, and Other Things”

Crank Calls… the curse of the ’80s haunts a generation

By Dusty Shelf I got like the 12th call of the day , last Tuesday, offering me an extended car warranty. Other callers offered health insurance upgrades; threatened me with jail over unpaid taxes; offered a loan to pay off my college loans (I went to community college for a couple of years about 30Continue reading “Crank Calls… the curse of the ’80s haunts a generation”