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Chapter 2 Mister Coccaloca Give Ole Dave a Van

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Chapter 2
Mister Coccaloca Give Ole Dave a Van

Ole Dave iz purty tall, seven ‘er eight feet eazy. I figger thats how come the lightnin’ hit him at least twice. Two strikes likely kill most fellas, but all it done ta Dave wuz make hiz thinkin’ kinda hard ta follow. Aint sho hiz ears worked too good before them bolts slapped him. Dave likes the woods ‘n trees ‘n rivers ‘n tall tale tellin’ round the campin’ fire.

Dave worked out ta the college near bout hiz whole life. Reglar teachin’ folk over there got a bit jealous cuz Dave wuz all the time takin’ school chillen off ta the foamy water where he put ‘em in all kinda boats, then he took ‘em climbin’ over rocks ‘n down inside caves. In the wintertime he mite take ‘em out ta the western lands so they kin slide down the mitey big mountains.

These school chillen kin go on a fine trip with Dave even if their folks aint rollin’ in a heap a dough. Ole Dave takes ‘em ‘n shows ‘em how you kin do stuff ‘n have a heap a fun even if ya dont have no chargin’ card.

One evenin’ we wuz settin’ round the campin’ fire wonderin’ how many chillen been expedishinizin’ with Dave ‘n we figgered ‘n figgered, but it jest warnt no use. It wuz jest too many ta figger. Best Dave could tell it wuz a heap a thousands, but a thousand iz a mitey big number ‘n we aint sho Ole Dave’s kin understand it. [Purty sho he don’t understand a millon or bigger numbers....if it iz any.]

School chillen iz slam full a mitey strange questions ‘n Ole Dave give ‘em some mitey strange answers. One time a fella ask Dave how cold de foamy water wuz. Before ya kin blink, Dave sez “bout 18.....mebbe 22 degreesâ€Â
 

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Bro Bar, hitz jest gittinbetter an better... Gotta hear mo bout Mr Dave. He sur eiz a fella we'd all love to know. Ain't many left at all like him anymor. Recon he's still in the mountains? Whar did he go in Canady?
Think'in now on tie'in Bro Chuck when we cross the boundries up thar...
but th sherriff knowz a lot of them boyz in red tights. ( but BIG pockets!) :shock: an no body callz em sissies! :lol:
Sides, Sgt Preston waz a childhood hero o mine. Still iz.
keep them reeportz acomin Bro Bar!
swampy
 
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Friend Swampy,

Before I met Dave, I wuz near average.....fer az I'm a knowin'. It wuz ridin' all them hours in that Dodgem van with him that went ta messin' up with my clear thinkin'.

One a them trips out west Dave got up on a bar 'n tole some tales. It wuz folks who swore he wuz Garrsion Keeler frum the Minnesota public radio. They favor quite a bit, cept Dave iz taller.

It aint ever been nobody like Dave. Last I heard frum him he lives way down south....near bout ta Hattiesburg where Jimmy Buffett went at college. Dave iz a artist now. Kinda like Ole Andy Warhole. He always sez he knowd he could make stuff folks would buy....since folks didnt seem ta have no sense when it come ta buyin' art.

Gal cross the hall at the office tole me the big newspaper down ta Jackson had a tale bout Dave, the artist. Sez he's makin' birds outta shovels 'n ole air conditioner parts. Lord knows what all he's makin' now. I recall hiz "chain saw art" when he'd make animals 'n totem poles 'n such.

Dave made some chain saw art one summer up at Miz Ann's Lost Mines Campin' spot. One of her cats got real sick 'n Dave nearly had a stroke worrin' that it had got sick frum lickin' on the pine tar. Aint no tellin' if pine tar iz bad fer a cat.

regards,

bearridge

P.S. I think he still haz a house up on a mountain not far frum the Nantahala. [Tobacco Branch?] One time we went up there ta see hiz house when it wuz new. We wuz walkin' round whilst Dave wuz ramblin' bout hiz house. He wuz mitey proud. All a the sudden he sez how good hiz house iz cuz the "snow dont stick on hiz side a the mountain". Bout 10 minutes later I asked Barry if he heard the same az me. He sez "yep......it aint eazy ta believe all the words come outta Dave".

He paddled all over the boundary line waters.

They went ta Glacier cuz hiz buddy Henry got some money fer airfare ta do some talkin' at a seminar. They turnt it inta gas money fer the van 'n went on up ta Lake Louise? Some park rangers run 'em outta one park cuz they pulled inta the park, found a picnic table, throwd a tarp over it, crawled up under 'n went ta sleep. Them rangers tole Dave they dont want hiz kind hangin' round in their park.

I know Miz Ann felt the same we when we'd pull in 'n chunk all the paddlin' gear everwhere. Looked a lot like homeless fellas on a canoe trip.
 

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Bro Bar, a camp haz got to look like itz been lived in!
If'in Better homes an Gardens won't print hit, then it'll do fer me! :lol:

Dave iz indeed a fella to know an admire... But like Jack an Chuck... ya better have sum salt to go along wit it! :lol: :lol:

Await'in on chapter 3

swampy