Owner Steve, Bow-Legged Lou, Chase, Will, Hans
Chase and I started the show. Hans Zermuehlen played keys and Joel Reaves was on drums. Chase did a few of his songs, sounded great, then I did a few Slim songs, then Will came out and brought the house down.
Will’s show is a bit different than mine. I’m a bit more laid back. Will?
He’s out wandering among the crowd, playing to folks, standing on chairs, serenading couples at tables. He even poured a glass of wine into the bell of his sax.
It was pretty funny. Entertaining. And he plays so well. The crowd loved it.
When the show ended, we got a standing ovation.
Scrap and his wife were there, and we drove home afterwards.
When we got to the Scrap Dog house, I was still pumped up from the show. I decided to take a walk.
The moon was full and big and beautiful, and I thought a stroll by the moonlight might help me finally get a good night’s sleep.
As I was walking out the front door Scrap’s wife Jewels insisted I take a walking stick.
It wasn’t a smooth, lacquered pole that you see hikers using when walking the trails. It didn’t look like a staff that Moses might use to trek through the desert.
No.
This looked like someone had just sawed a large limb off a tree. It was rough, knobby, and about six feet tall. I told her I didn’t need it.
Jewels insisted. I resisted.
Then she explained there were javelinas that could get pretty aggressive.
Javelinas? I couldn’t draw a sketch of a javelina if my life depended on it. Jewels told me javelinas were wild pigs, and I might need a stick in case I was attacked by a squadron of these creatures.
Then she mentioned there were also bobcats. Bobcats?
I took the tree limb and strolled down the rocky dirt road. I didn’t carry the stick in my hand like a ski pole.
No.
I rested it on my shoulder like a baseball player waiting for a pitch. Like Babe Ruth getting ready to swing for the fences.
I figured…this way, if I was attacked by javelinas and bobcats at least I’d have a fighting chance of warding them off. So I walked by the light of the full moon, tree limb on my shoulder, keeping an ear out for any rustling noises in the shrubbery.
The moon was so bright it was casting shadows everywhere. I looked at my silhouette. I resembled a caveman (caveperson!) getting ready to club a ravenous raptor.
But nothing happened.
It was quiet. Beautiful. Peaceful. No predatory pigs. No bloodthirsty bobcats. I took a long walk and made it back to the Scrap Shack safe and sound.
And I slept like a baby. I mean, I didn’t cry and poop in my diaper!
I slept all through the night. It was wonderful.
Sweet dreams, Slim People.
Keep in touch. And keep smiling.
It's all about love.
Who loves ya?
Uncle Slimmy
PS: Here's a recipe and YouTube video for arancini! She's a-so nice!
