Day CCCXIX

The Donation

     He smiled at him, and

      “Why thank you trooper,” he responded, gave him a gentle pat on the head, and went looking for Dewey.”

     “I just found out the troop sings “God Bless America all the time, uh?”

     “Yes sir, at every meeting,” he responded.

     “Well…can they open up for us? We, I would be very grateful.”

     “We’ll be there, sir.”

     Dewey quickly rounded everybody up, rushed the troop backstage, behind the drapes, he looked at them, smiled and said:

      “Guys were going to sing our song, nuting ta worry about, it’s jest like we do alla time, okay.”

     They looked at one another, smiled, nodded their heads in agreement, and when the curtains went up, they sang their hearts out. Afterwards the applause was overwhelming, and I’ve always wondered if any of them ever became a ham because of it. As the kids slowly filed back into their seats, the captain came over to Dewey, and whispered,

     “We’re so impressed Dewey, the guys want to make a nice donation, so come see me later, and tell me how to write out your check. Okay?”

     Dewey smiled like Bugs when he gets over on Daffy, he was happier than a stray mutt who just found a new home, you could almost hear the caching in his mind, as he just happily nodded yes, and loudly responded,

     “Yes sir!”

     From where I was seated, at the far end of the row, I could see how big Dewey’s eyes became as he listened to the captain. Later, Jack told me,

      “Da fiahmen gon give da twoop a big donatatation, dude.”