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It’s a rare treat to have old
Jasper Blankenship come down from the diggin’s to stock up on
supplies. And he favored us with stories at the Mule Barn this
bright morning over coffee, too.
“Well, Doc,” Jasper said, “you’re right. I wasn’t always a miner.
Back during The War I had a job in the city at one of the big war
plants, you know. I was a security guard and watched the gate. In
those days, there was this one carpenter who just gave me the fits.
He’d come out the gate at the end of the day with a wheelbarrow full
of sawdust. I always stopped him and poked around in the sawdust and
never found anything, but I just knew he was stealing something.”
Jasper took a sip of coffee. “Well sir, four five years ago I was
wetting my whistle up north a ways and this guy walked in and I knew
him from somewhere so I struck up a conversation with him. Turns out
he was this same carpenter guy who was wheeling that dang sawdust
out the gate every afternoon. I knew this was my chance, as so many
years had gone by since we both worked there.
“I told him I always knew he was stealing from the plant but could
never find it in all that sawdust. I said it was a long time ago, so
would he mind ‘fessing up to it, just to satisfy my mind?
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“He just grinned at me. So I got
another round for us, and he seemed friendlier then. So I tried
again. ‘Come on, pardner,’ I said, ‘I know you were stealing
something there. What was it?’”
Jasper grinned. “He smiled at me and said, ‘Wheelbarrows.’” [Text from file received from
Slim Randles]
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“A Cowboy’s Guide to Growing Up Right” by Slim Randles. Online and
from Rio Grande Books.
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