You say a recession is nothing but slow or clogged road arteries? Right you are, he said. Okay, we said.
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Lem hauled Riley Mae into court, said, Judge, she's encroaching on my east pasture. Done cut muh barbed wire. Well, shoot, says Riley Mae; my land runs as far as Sixth does, the deed says, and now Sixth runs east instead of west.
"That's a fact," mused Judge Moore.
If the Blue Norther was later than Easter, it was given up as a natural by-product of criolisis, which was physics, according to Preacher Friar out at Hopkins Wrecking. It's the same principle as in Dyna-Flow on a Buick; something turning turns something else. Traffic turning one way affects the very air the same way. It's why rush hour in the big city brings tornados.
"Look at the drain in my bath tonight. It don't turn counter-clockwise no more."
"Is that a fact?"
"That's a fact," said the weather girl out at Station KFYN, 1040 on your dial.
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Someone was to appear in Nextown with a new idea for a common civic function. He was an expert in doing a public chore much more efficiently. I was delegated to travel from Ourtown to Nextown for his convention, being as all cities are signed on for the chore.
I set up in the motel where the ceremony was to be held and began to copy from the handout the expert's biography. I'll take it back to Ourtown, is my plan, and maybe it would be printed in the Ourtown Newspaper.
We weren't sure what was the new plan, but we knew we were suspicious. The expert came over to my table while I was copying out details about him. I wasn't concerned; I didn't think he would bother with what I had written. Nobody else ever had. Doubt if I could draw notice with a ransom note.
He didn't even know me. He didn't introduce himself.
"Let's go for a drink after the session and talk it over."
I was thinking.
"I don't drink," I said, "and I don't know of any bars in Nextown, but, okay."
"Okay," he said.
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