Red White and Bluegrass Early Sales Figures
It’s early evening. A cool breeze has knocked off the heat. The cidadias sing in the trees. My brand new virgin white Ez-Up tent tried to trap me like an octopus changing clothes in a phone booth, but I out-witted the rascal, and didn’t even pinch my fingers. A talented new family band is on the stage.
I get my mandolin off the stand at my side and play along. I’ve never been a biz guy, but early sales are brisk. I send the profits with my Marfar to scout for supper, and I know we have enough left over for Mr. Harold’s home-made ice cream too.
Doc is a pig in mud. The business plan was only enacted one hour ago and it works to perfection. I’m where I’ve always been, just nowadays I have a book and a tent instead of sitting in the sun. This is total tranquility. Y’all come visit.
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