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  • Years ago, being that I was not often round family and my high perpinsity for pulling up stakes meant I didn't make a lot of friends.. so during the holidays, oh say Christmas, I would go to a bum's bar...you know the type... shot and a beer for $1.25... so on one Christmas eve' I was making the rounds... and throwin down a few and started talking to this ole' guy ... pretty friendly so when he asked me if I wanted to come over his place on Christmas day and have dinner with them ... I thought why not? The next day pullin up to his house in disrepair i wasn't expectin much and truth be told, they didnt have much to offer... the highlight of this Christmas dinner was a Turkey Loaf... never had one before and never since (by the way..Dinner is at lunch-time to you Yankees)... they had waited on me to arrive before openin their presents and they were bustin their britches to get at em'... several small packages surrounded a 2nd hand me down threadbare semblance of a Christmas tree...the packages wrapped in the Sunday Comics... of course if your drinking at a bums bar you don't have coin to waste on store bought wrappin paper...or fancy presents .... but you can still have a heart and love your chillins... so while I was chill'n with the chillins watching them and their wide eye opening of their presents... it became clear the brilliance that is born out of being drinking poor with responsibilities...... in each gift was a solitary egg of Silly Puddy...and I bet you can guess what happen next.... each child grabbed a scrap of the wrapping and applied the puddy onto a strip and flatten it out with the palm of their hand....peelin it up to reveal the image of the Sunday Funnies.... I had a great time that day stretching the noses of Barney Google and Snuffy Smith.. flat-land'ers is what city folk were called.... the Turkey loaf was spot on as the company was an'I learned som'em..... joy has no requirements... nor does it demand a responsible person to administer .... just one who cares.. no matter what load they carry
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