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Show -260 told him twenty times he could have made a comfortable living just by scaling the same things up three or four times; I could have sold as many as I wanted if he'd done that." "Maybe he didn't want to," I said. "Sure. But between you and me he was no Fredric Remington-he should have taken what he could get instead of being stubborn." "Some men never learn," I said. "Do you want us to take these pieces back?" "I didn't mean to offend you; I liked your dad." "Lots of people did," I said. "You don't have to take them back; I can get you a good price if you want to leave them with me. I'll have my boy Henry knock up a special showcase with a black border around it and make a little sign. In good taste, you know. Can I offer you boys a cup of coffee? He was a very intelligent man, your dad. I was sorry to hear he'd died." We worked our way slowly down the coast, taking our turn in the long line of truck campers, motorhomes, camping trailers and bicycle riders who pushed devoted faces over their recurved handlebars. And who must be a little crazy, I thought. Who else would take pleasure in pedaling along assaulted by bumpers, noise, exhaust gases? One powerful-legged fanatic managed to stay alongside us for several minutes in the slow-moving traffic; he wore a yellow jersey |
