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Show Acting Alone Page 313 no advertisements, but pretty silk guitar straps around their shoulders, except no guitars on them. And big boys dressed in purplish-red marched out in front of the ministers, or priests or whatever, and they swang big old golden ashtrays on silver chains and sweet cigars was burning in them ashtrays and smoking up the flowery air until all Cheyenne Mountain smelled not like the big old scary monster that a little plains runt like Spikey thought it was gonna be from a distance, but like the Big Old Rock Candy Mountain. That's how it smelled to a little kid in those days at that time. Then came a big thick black soft snake of nun-ladies. Millions of nun-ladies' worry beads clicked and rattled so loud that little runt Spikey expected to see thousands and millions of woodpeckers flying into the aspen trees overhead to see if this was a woodpecker convention or woodpecker sock hop or some such shindig. And all the nuns was singing, real sweet and loud: "0 sack o1 mints most holy, 0 sack o' mints divi-i-i-i-ne!" And some young, pretty-faced apprentice nuns with white instead of black hats was passing out gifts to all the little bitty children, and Spikey was expecting him a divine sack o' mints for him and Shanny to share both the same amount, but instead he got a little bitty picture postcard with a picture of somebody in a Kleenex-colored bathrobe with a golden donut floating over their head, which was dandy, and Spikey even today carried that Holy Card with him in his butt-wallet, even though he was a Lutheran, born and bred, because it was for a good memory. It was real exciting for a little farmboy who never saw nothing so fancy, not even the fourth of July in Kiev. Him and little Shanny held |
