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Quelle Coninky-dink

Clancy Miller III, the woodmaker, likes to talk.

On my last visit to his shop, I learned all about his son, Clancy Miller IV, who was a 35-year-old carpenter when he decided he’d rather be a doctor. Which, of course, he couldn’t go to school for here. So Clancy Miller IV learned Spanish, went to medical school in Guadalajara, and then came back to the States and set up a clinic for the indigent in Los Cruces.


“I just found out we’re cousins,” Clancy Miller III told me this time, pointing to a customer who was wandering around looking at an unfinished wood dining tables.

Clancy Miller III and the customer didn’t look at all alike.

“First cousins?” I asked. “Second?”

“No, no. The family trees diverged back in Hoboken. Which is where the first Clancy Miller was from. He was a doctor there. Moved here, bought Belvedere. Do you know Belvedere?”

I do, indeed.

It’s a 19th century neoclassical mansion high on a hill overlooking the Old Post Road. The rare mansion hereabouts with no connection to the Livingston family.

One can almost hear those 19th century Livingstons saying, “There goes the neighborhood!” as they peered disapprovingly across Old Post Road from their own Beaux-Arts remodels in Staatsburg.

“Clancy Miller came here and started a business breeding laboratory animals,” Clancy Miller III continued imperturbably. “We provided the rabbits for the original rabbit tests. Lines of lab animals completely germ-free! All the offspring delivered by Caesarian section. Perfect for testing drugs. We bred a line of mice called rhinoceros mice because they had folds and folds of excess skin. Hideous-looking things. They tested cosmetics on them.”

I can see why Clancy Miller IV opened a clinic for the poor: That family has a lot of bad karma to expiate.

But that’s not the coinky-dink.


The coinky-dink is that I just finished reading River Under the Road in which Clancy Miller’s animal-breeding business plays a small but significant role!

Life in a small town populated by novelists!

Novelists don't make stuff up!


I’d brought Clancy Miller III a couple of cigar boxes.

This is exactly what I want,” I said, “except I want the lids to have glass panels –“.

Clancy Miller III nodded unconcerned. “We have a lot of scrap wood around here. We’re always trying to figure out something to do with it. I can build you something.”

“Right. But I don’t want to spend a whole lot of money,” I said nervously. “If it comes to more than ten bucks a box, I’ll just figure out a way to work with the cigar boxes.”

Clancy Miller III made an airy gesture with his hand. “Don’t worry about it.”

I tried again. “How much will these prototypes –“

“Don’t worry about it,” he said again.

Then he proceeded to tell me a story about an 85-year-old widow who lived in a farmhouse with 15 German shepherds who never went outside so that when she died, the whole place was filled with shit –

“Wow!” I said feebly. “Guess you had to burn that place down!”

“Nah,” Clancy Miller III said. “We live in it. Had to clean it up first, of course.”

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Mar. 6th, 2018 08:01 pm (UTC)
Sounds like quid pro quo to me. You listened to his stories and he will provide boxes with scrap wood he wouldn't have made much off of anyway.
Mar. 7th, 2018 01:13 pm (UTC)
Hope so! I really don't want to get stuck paying some astronomical price here just because he tells good stories.
Mar. 13th, 2018 03:00 am (UTC)
A+ setup and delivery.
Mar. 13th, 2018 03:28 pm (UTC)
Wow. Thank you! :-)
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