Semi-Daily Scribbles

Your Gary's a tough one to pin down. Oh, he's dependable and doesn't gripe much. Keeps that old tractor of mine hummin'. But damn me if he doesn't out and out make stuff up. Weird crap. Told me yesterday he's finally got a break in the case he's workin'. Case? What case? I didn't wanna ask, but thought I'd better play along. My stomach didn't feel right. Anyhow, Gary goes on about some rich guy, big time hog farmer, who hired him to find his daughter. Hired you? I didn't mean nothin' by it, didn't catch Gary's meanin' is all. But boy did he get his nose out of joint. Said he didn't see a reason to continue our conversation, which I thought was funny. Ok by me! I had to say I was sorry, though, and asked him to keep talkin'. Gary's got a big job for me to cut up sod, so…well, so he explained that he works on the side as a private investigator. Private investigator! Once told me he was goin' for his pilot license and never did hear nothin' more about that. Guess he up and changed careers without tellin' me. It's this next part I'm havin' a hard time with. It's like maybe I need to tell someone about it, you know? Like maybe the police. Damn it. Gary said he found the rich guy's daughter workin' at the Chik'n & Biskit in town. Been followin' her all over the place. Guess he called the dad to let him know, and Gary said he told him to keep a close watch and don't approach her. Don't approach her? Naw, there's somethin' wrong with that. Somethin' wrong with the rich guy tellin' Gary he wants to find out who she's really workin' for. When Gary said that last part, he did that thing where you curl your two fingers in the air. Know what I'm talkin' about?