On entering the store, Grandpa walked to the post office department, and came back with a newspaper in his hand.
He spread it out on the counter. Pointing with his finger, he said in a loud voice, “Look, there!”
I looked. The large black letters read: CHAMPIONSHIP COON HUNT TO BE HELD.
My eyes popped open. Again I read the words. Grandpa was chuckling.
I said, “Boy, if that isn’t something. A championship coon hunt.”
Wide- eyed, I asked, “Where are they having this hunt, and what does it have to do with us?”
Grandpa was getting excited. Off came his glasses and out came the old red handkerchief.
He blew his breath on the lens and polished them. He snorted a time or two, reared back, and almost shouted, “Do with us?
Why it has everything to do with us. All my life I’ve wanted to go to one of these big coon hunts.
Why I’ve even dreamed about it. And now the opportunity has come. Yes, sir, now I can go.”
He paused. “That is, if it’s all right with you.” I was dumbfounded.
I said, “All right with me? Why, Grandpa, you know it’s all right with me, but what have I got to do with it?”
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