00:01Malick's a name givin' me after my pawdad who first flushed Idaho dirt knuckles sometime before 1922.
00:08I was born out of Bula Ann Beatrice Pataskey Hendersonus and right out of 16 foot of December snow.
00:14Our junior obliged himself in the outer slick boil of a June Tuesday night at the almanac called the Devil's
00:19Own Bathtub.
00:21Strange you're already what with the bears nesting up under the crops giving them the tater shakes.
00:26Then there was the outbreak of land salmon that just...
00:29just made things worse.
00:31That put a hurt right on us we ha'nt felt since 37 with Pappy's Potato Pop-a-stub.
00:37You see, Potato Pop's ground pug's gone spoiled, wrung out with barrel oil and mixed with bacon milk,
00:42cut with paint crackle and a wood spoon to pool shot.
00:46Hard ends of one build that makes.
00:49Some folks dash it with low-burn diesel, but that ain't hinder's news.
00:53My Pappy and Paw Paw used to shed brew it and sell a 30-cented jar
00:57till a log came along with a stack-dime shooter and a piece of paper
01:00saying a clutch of townsfolk took the blind on the stuff.
01:04That's all stick-check, though.
01:06First time I saw that net of a dug nugget,
01:08I was looking for my nip shears and come up on them nestle eight fingers deep of feed hose.
01:13The minute I looked into all those eyes, I knew he weren't no normal spud.
01:16It took us a flick to figure a rightful for our junior.
01:20Couldn't pull plow on account of his condition.
01:23He weren't worth a fist of box marbles for house chores, neither.
01:27My wife Merma is the one who showed him the dancing when he's just a tot.
01:31His feet weren't put too right, so we just sort of jumped here and there a bit.
01:35But he loved it, so we just let him be.
01:38Even though we looked a pack-dial-chewing bumblebees.
01:41Merma wanted to put the learning on him just herself.
01:44Keep him away from the other boys.
01:46Kate never could see him as nothing but my own kin, though,
01:49and had to treat him as such,
01:51which meant sending him off for regular schooling.
01:55The other boys.
01:56Most of the paws of Chunkwet farmers, too,
01:58so Lace was keen to tape all his just fine,
02:01but they ain't never seen a totter plop squaring a bookshroom with him,
02:05and suppose it didn't set right.
02:07They made a fool of him something fierce.
02:09Didn't stop for the rest of his schooling.
02:12A few times a year, somebody would butter him up, but good.
02:15I remember one boy who jugged a gallon of his maw dad's brown gravy
02:18and doused our junior like made her paste on a hornet's nest.
02:23Rest of the day, he was hounded by miter bats,
02:25picking in a chunk and bites as big as Lincoln quarters out of his head.
02:30Didn't help none, he wouldn't quit dancing.
02:34Should have kept him on the farm.
02:36He belongs on the farm.
02:39Where is he now?
02:41I wish I knew.
02:43I really do.
02:46He just left this.
02:49I hope he finds it.
02:51For all our sake.
02:53Thank you.
02:59Thank you.
03:00You.
03:01You.
03:06You.
03:07You.
03:09You.
03:13You.
03:13Grazie a tutti.
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