Wooden Indian ...

I haven't been posting much lately, reckon I just didn't have much of anything worth posting, but for me, that might be considered as par for the course in many gentlemanly circles ... so I'll tell you an old story about one of Earl Poteet's many acquisitions ... Earl Poteet was the owner and proprietor of the General Store ... Earl was also a habitual aggregator of antiques and other cultural oddities ... his latest, a hand carved replica of Chief Sitting Bull ... Earl was really excited by the find, and proudly displayed the work of art on the front porch of his store right next to where the old men would sit and play checkers or pinochle.

The carving had sat there overlooking the checkers table for several days when Earl interrupted the game to ask Grandpa DooLittle and Uncle Virgil Hunnicutt just what they thought of the Chief ... a nearly blind Virgil Hunnicutt spoke up immediately, "don't think much of him!" ... then Grandpa DooLittle added, "me neither" ... a bit dismayed Earl asked them why not ... Uncle Virgil answered without hesitation, "well, that is the most impolite and unsociable feller I've ever met ... he's been sittin' around here watchin' us play checkers for three days now and hasn't said a single word, just sits there starin' off into space ... I've greeted him in the mornings and bid him farewell each evening without as much as a grunt ... offered to buy him a bottle of cold Royal Crown Cola ... big 16oz. ... but he didn't even blink ... there's something bad wrong with a feller like that ... I think you ought to tell him to quit hanging around here if he's going to keep on being be as discourteous and unfriendly as that ... why a feller would likely get more conversation and better manners out of a wooden indian!"



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