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Date: | Fri, 2 Jan 2004 18:43:11 -0500 |
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Ah, but it is the psychology of the gig that makes it so fun. The string
tripper buys the beer for the boss, who could accumulate as much as a case from
bad string trippers. None of the string trippers got to drink, of course.
But this talk of strings reminds me of my old dog, Cindy, who daily ran
through a field of strings and never tripped a one. An old half coyote, half
collie, she went into coniptions one day when she stepped on a horned lizard that
played dead. Cindy was beside herself with grief.. until the lizard popped open
an eye and tore out of the field like a bat out of hell! 'Twas the people who
tripped the strings, not the dog.
Actually, it was kind of amusing to watch the field crew dance to the strings
as they went about their duties. Even in the heat of the day, people would
high step along, but only the director and crew chiefs noted the cadence.
Ron May
Legacy 106, Inc.
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