Dud was awfully quiet all through the daily dissemination of anything on page one of the Valley Weekly Miracle, which wasnt like him at all. Just sucked down caffeine and silently shook his head now and then.
Anita OK, Dud?
Oh sure, Doc.
You OK?
He nodded, then looked up with a wistful, philosophical look that our guys dont usually get until after the buttered toast. Sometimes, he said, I think its pearls before swine, thats all.
We waited.
Music, I mean. You know how you practice and practice and then you get good enough to actually do something? Well, I took the accordion and went to the accordion festival to compete well, you know Im not really that bad any more
Youre getting pretty darn good on that thing, Dud.
Thanks, Steve. Well, we drove down to the capital and I got in the competition and did okay. Placed third in polka. I played that new piece. Its kinda hard because it has those minor bass buttons in it and it took me forever to learn not to miss them.
It was after that. You see, I put the accordion back in the car and we went in for a lunch they gave everyone.
Whats wrong with that?
I forgot to lock the car. We were halfway through lunch when Anita asked me if Id locked the car and then it hit me that I might not have locked it. She insisted I run right out and check and thats what I did. And thats when I lost my faith in human beings.
Oh, Dud, Doc said, someone stole your accordion?
No, it was still there in the back seat. But someone had put two more in there with it.
He shook his head. Pearls before swine.
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