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On account of travel. But here’s a little scene from Thereby Hangs A Tail.
“What a beautiful instrument,” said Mr. Singh. He turned it over in his hands. “Genuine Hawaiian koa, highly flamed, Sitka spruce top braces, bone nut. Do you play?”
A bit? Bernie was a master!
“Would a brief selection be possible? Anything at all.”
Of course it was possible. How about “Waltz Across Texas?” “Parachute Woman?” “Ghost Riders in the Sky?” And there was always “Surfin’ U.S.A,” guaranteed to get them up and dancing. Suddenly I was in the mood to see Mr. Singh dance. I don’t exactly dance, myself, but when dancing starts up I’m no wallflower, either, kind of confusing, the wallflower part, because I’ve often seen flowers – even flowers growing by a wall – dancing in the breeze.
But no brief selection came. Bernie just shook his head and said, “Maybe another time.”
We left with some money, drove in silence to an office building, not one of the downtown towers, but a crummy old place across from a strip mall. A security guard with a toothpick sticking out of his mouth said, “No dogs.” I had to wait in the car. That happened sometimes and I was cool with it. While Bernie was gone I thought about how good it would be to jump up and snatch the toothpick right out of that security guard’s mouth and then just stand there, letting him think he could catch me.
“Tin futures, never again,” said Bernie as we drove away. “Even if you have to tie me down.” Tie Bernie down? Couldn’t and wouldn’t. As for tin futures, I had no clue. And neither, it looked like, did Bernie. That meant no one had a clue, so there was no point even thinking about it. I’m the type who can stop thinking about something in a flash, so I did.
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