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February 4, 2024
 

The new school principal is a fine, fine woman.  Maybe just a trifle feisty.  She might be Italian, you know, a bit excitable.

She found Bob’s young lad, aka the nine year old, happy and busy running his Dad’s gas pumps.  He’s a smart lad, always gives the correct change.  The principal returned him to school, called Bob at the ice shack and said she’d hung a “Free Gas" sign on the pumps.  She can, at times, be a hard, hard woman.

Thing is, the walleye were just starting to bite when she called.  Bob tried to explain that the kid needed a few days off as well.  Said his brain was full of multiplication tables and long hand division, verbs, pronouns and the history of Rome.  See, his teacher, a fine, fine woman, has the poor child in the advanced.  No wonder the boy would rather run the pumps.

Anyhow, Bob’s now back at the garage, but before he returned, he was recruited to help with the school play, with the suggestion that he “Bring along a second idiot,” her exact words, apparently.  

So, here we are, on Play night setting up tables and chairs, working the monster coffee pots, arranging little sandwiches and bits of cake.  The whole district turned up to watch the kids perform “Snow White and the Dwarves,” or it might have been “My Fair Lady.”  Hard to be sure.

It must be a success, everyone is clapping and cheering, and heading our way.

Pass me that plate of sandwiches Bob, they look hungry.

Ricky