Bo At Woodstock
Momma always said to start out with new folks by tellin’ ‘em your name but then my friend Becky said always start a story with somebody doing somethin’. So what I’m doin’ is tellin’ you my name and my name is Bo. Well, it’s Bo–ris, but everybody just calls me Bo.
I’m supposed to tell you about when I was living up there around Silver Lake when I was a kid. There was this time when it looked like the whole world was movin’ in and I got curious. I walked down old Lemmon’s Brook until I found ‘em all.
They was a pure-jerked mess! There musta been at least a thousand of ’em, maybe a million, and they was about half of ’em naked as pigs in mud.
I was scared to walk up in there, ‘cause sometimes when I meet new folks they ain’t so nice to me. And, I didn’t really want to take my clothes off either. I’d get a whoopin’ if momma found out. So I stayed over there on the edge of the field watchin ’em dance around and laugh.
After that I went down there where they’d done built some kind of big buildin’, only it wasn’t much of a buildin’ ‘cause it didn’t have sides or a top on it. Now down there it was a diff’rent story than it was in the field. It looked like ever’body was mad about somethin’.
I asked this guy down there what was wrong. But he took one look at me and he just got this ugly look on his face. Told me I was stupid and to get out of his way.
Well, that ain’t the first time I ever heard that, I tell you.
So anyway, I decided I done had enough of this place and headed back towards old Lemmon’s Brook. There was a bunch of wires layin’ all over the place. Big wires, little wires, bunches of wires all taped together.
I dunno why I started followin’ those wires, but I did. I followed ‘em all the way behind that lousy building they made, all the way to a big machine that was almost in the woods.
Those wires wasn’t plugged in, and I knew what a plug looked like. This one was the biggest danged plug I ever saw, but that’s what it was and I was smart enough to know what to do with it. Uncle Jack showed me what plugs are for. So I plugged it in.
Then I came on back home. I don’t know why they wanted me tell you that story, but there it is.
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