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A Nudist Camp in Nebraska?



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A Nudist Camp in Nebraska?

A Note from Joy

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“Never pull on a tulip shoot,” Marge Aaron said as she looked out the big windows in Alphonso Greatwood’s office.



“Excellent description of being patient,” Robinson Leary said from behind her laptop She was in a chair pulled up to Alphonso’s huge desk, her pink laptop open on the desktop. “I’m waiting for the day when the username and password prompt say, ‘Close enough.” She was trying to open a Nebraska news app without searching her smartphone for her password.


It was a lazy day. Hadley Joy Morris Whitfield was curled up in one of Alphonso’s big office chairs, concentrating on her Kindle book. Mary Rose McGill was refilling coffee cups. Alphonso, the big man himself, was buried in paperwork on the desk opposite Robbie and Wiley Vondra and Raven Five Horns were in a corner of the office being very quiet over a slow game of checkers.


Robbie leaned back in her chair. She had just turned off her computer with a frustrated sigh. “If I am ever on life support, unplug me and plug me back in again and see if that works.”



She looked around, took a deep breath, and smiled. “If Adam and Eve were Cajuns, they would have eaten the snake and saved us a whole lot of trouble.”


“What in the world are you up too, girl?” Hadley said, putting her Kindle down on her knee.


“I’m trying to open this news app and my computer isn’t cooperating,” Robbie said, a note of irritation in her voice.


“Get a ten-year-old,” Alphonso muttered.


Raven got up from his checker game, walked to the computer, turned it on, waited until the screen came on, hit three keys and walked away.


“Or an Apache,” Robbie muttered, looking at the open news app.


Geoffrey the over-sized mastiff lay at Raven’s feet. He had scoped out the office when they first came in, spotted no possibility of food, and found a place to rest his big, aging body.


“Hey!” Robbie said. “Bare Essentials has closed down.”


They looked at her.


“A nudist camp in out state Nebraska,” Robbie said, looking at Marge, “before your time with us.”


“We took at trip to Fort Robinson with Esmeralda St Benedict,” Hadley said as Marge settled into a chair. “We camped overnight and, in the morning, discovered we were in a nudist camp.”


“As in Naked as Jaybirds,” Mary Rose McGill added. She had curled up in another chair.


Alphonso looked up and grinned. “Did they put up a sign saying, ‘clothed until further notice?”


They groaned.


“They quoted Little Dicky – the manager,” Robbie read.


“Wait a minute,” Marge said. “The manager of the nudist camp is named Little Dicky?”


“And he was very nice,” Mary Rose added with a smile of remembrance.


“The article says they, ‘aged out’,” Robbie read.


“I remember when Little Dicky realized we were having breakfast in our bathrobes and were a little uncomfortable around naked people, even though they were very friendly.” Hadley said.


Robbie smiled. “So Little Dicky went into his trailer and came out wearing a shirt.”


Mary Rose laughed. “A shirt did not help the situation.”


“Memories,” Hadley said. “Memories of Fort Robinson's and Crazy Horse.”


“Memories of Iron Teeth the Indian woman who could kill a buffalo,” Robbie said.


“Memories of Sand Hills and Shadows,” Mary Rose added.


They were all quiet with their memories. The only sound was of checkers being moved on the wooden board.


A Note From Joy


 


In book III, Sandhills and Shadows, Esmeralda St Benedict, the gypsy, takes the girls to Fort Robinson where they dream themselves back into the history of the fort. Of all the books, it is still my favorite.


And for this month’s joke – which has nothing to do with Fort Robinson or sandhills, we come of Meadow Lakes retirement community.


A lady was looking out onto the patio of Meadow Lakes, and she saw a new man standing there.


She went out, introduced herself and said, “You’re new, aren’t you?”


“Yes,” he said, “I just moved in,”


“Where did you live before you came here?”


“Well, to be honest, I was in prison.”


“Prison! What did you do to be in prison?”


“To be hones again, I murdered my wife.”


The lady smiled. “Oh! Then you’re single!”


Groan.

 

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Love you mucho Joy! That was entertaining to envision this story! 🤣

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Apr 03, 2023
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Your Blog brings me "JOY" 😍 in every way!! Enjoy the reading so much. Thanks a bunch for keeping in touch. 🙂 Karen W.

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You always make me laugh! Thank you so much👏

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