An excerpt from about 1995:
Clint gets on Carl’s nerves with things that he does that I think are hilarious. Recently at a performance in Steelville, Illinois, we were at an outside fair and flies kept getting in our car. Carl wished for them to get out (there were many). He got in the car and began shooing them out the window.
Clint tried to help by calling the flies by name and speaking to them sternly about not obeying Carl.
“Lloyd! Hannibal! Get on out of there! What’d I tell you?”
He also attempted to explain their uncooperativeness by attributing to them personalities. He explained that Jackson preferred to sun himself on the steering wheel and that Oscar had found a piece of discarded french fry on the floor and did not wish to leave until after lunch. Thorndyke, he remarked, has had an attitude for as long as Clint has known him, and buzzing around his face annoyingly is just the kind of thing Clint would expect from Danté.
Carl got madder and madder at the flies and at Clint and I was holding my gut and laughing with tears streaming down my face.
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