“Old Man Jones was not crazy.”

Driving miles through the desert, I pulled off to rest at a diner near the highway. Just as I took a seat at a booth, something hanging on the wall caught my eye.  Is that a boot spur?

As the waitress poured my coffee, her gaze followed mine.

She chuckled, “Oh, there’s a good story for that. One day, Old Man Jones came running in the front door, just like Chicken Little, exclaiming the sky was fallin.’ And we already thought he was crazy, so we paid him no mind, and got him his breakfast. Then he held up that boot spur, right there, and told us that was his evidence. He claimed It fell from above and the spur nearly spiked him in the head. At that point, we figured he had lost his last marble. His daughter, Josephine, was called to come get her daddy. And we went on with our day.

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