Yesterday on Bob Dylan’s Theme Time Radio Hour the show was all about tobacco. Was Bernie fascinated or what? Every song was about smoking – like Tobacco Road, by J. D. Loudermilk, for example, or Nicotine, by Paul Chaplain and His Emeralds. Bernie searched under the seat lots of times for some forgotten cigarette but there weren’t any, not even one lousy crushed little butt. That was what he said: “Why can’t there be one lousy crushed little butt, Chet?” The reason was because he’d found the very last one on our escape from Mexico, and if not an escape then rolling in a big hurry with gunshots in the background.
But back to yesterday and Bob Dylan. We were in the Porsche at the time, on a stake-out. This was for the Colonel Bob’s son’s case, but more of that some other time. The point is Bernie was so fascinated that he didn’t see when the dude we were tailing came out of the bar. I had to bark my low rumbly bark. Then we were back in business. We’re partners, me and Bernie.
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