Slim Randles
“Before we begin our regular commencement tonight,” said combined
elementary/high school principal Jim Albertson, “we have a special award to
present. Will Windy Wilson please come up here on the stage with us?”
Windy looked up at the stage in the gymnasium and all he saw were black choir
robes and smiles. He looked at his fellow spectators and all he saw were grins and
people sitting down.
“Windy?” said Jim. Windy walked up to the stage and shook hands with the
principal. “Put this on.”
Windy draped a black robe around himself and put the mortarboard on his head.
Albertson pulled a piece of paper from his shirt pocket.
“Alphonse Wilson, it is the judgment of your community and friends that no one
has ever worked harder for an honorary doctor’s degree.” He looked up at the
stands. “Am I right on that?”
The young graduates clapped and hooted, and so did the audience. Windy looked
at the floor and blushed right through his grey beard.
“We can’t give you an honorary doctorate here because we don’t have one. But
your neighbors discovered that you only lacked one class to graduate from high
school, and we can do something about that.”
“Alphonse Wilson … known to all as Windy … this school … these young
graduates … and all your friends and neighbors are proud to bestow upon you an
honorary high school diploma.”
Jim placed a ribbon with a medal hanging from it around Windy’s neck and
handed him a rolled-up certificate.
Not too many aging cowboy camp cooks and philosophers receive standing
ovations, but then, there’s nothing very ordinary about Windy Wilson and we all
know that.
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