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 […]
Home Country Slim Randles It was on the fourth date … er, we mean interview, of course … that Dewey brought Emily home to meet the folks. Home, naturally, was the Mule Barn truck stop – home of the world dilemma think tank — and the folks — it goes without saying — are us. When they […]
Home Country Slim Randles All Jim wanted was a cup of coffee when he stopped down at the Mule Barn the other day. Sometimes when he comes the three miles down off the interstate with his big rig he has a full meal, but this afternoon it was just for a quick cup and a […]
Home Country Slim Randles It’s always a treat when Jasper Blankenship comes down from the diggin’s with his dog, Arthur, to see us here in town and stop by for stories and coffee at the Mule Barn. “Jasper, is it true you built your cabin with only an ax?” Jasper nodded. “Aren’t axes kinda … hard to […]
If you didn’t know what time of the year it was, or what the weather was like, you could tell simply by eavesdropping at the philosophy counter of the Mule Barn coffee shop. Let’s give it a try. “Good to see you here, Doc,” said Herb Collins. “That warm water on the battery trick work for you?” […]
Home Country Slim Randles If you didn’t know what time of the year it was, or what the weather was like, you could tell simply by eavesdropping at the philosophy counter of the Mule Barn coffee shop. “Good to see you here, Doc,” said Herb Collins. “That warm water on the battery trick work for you?” “Thanks, […]
The Club didn’t last long. It wasn’t the dues, which were nothing. It wasn’t being worried about being elected recording secretary or something if you missed a meeting. There were no officers, no directors and no meetings. It was born of an idea that occurred to Doc one day. He said the members of the Mule […]
Dud Campbell had been quiet for almost an hour, which brought concern to his wife, Anita. Dud isn’t the strong, silent type. He’s more like a quick, noisy type. After an hour had gone by in silence, he picked up a sheet of paper and began taking notes. “Dinner’s pretty soon, Hon,” Anita said. “Can’t eat now. […]