The governor, Alvin, cleared his throat. "Congress says we must call another constitutional convention, but a third convention would be as dead in the water as the first two."
Clayton nodded.
Alvin tugged his white beard, flat as a pancake. "But we can't trust those monkeys in the Assembly to write a constitution."
Gus laughed. "So what we going to do? Write it ourselves?"
Alvin slapped his leg, "By God, Gus, you've read my mind! Not you and me, exactly, although we could do it, all right, plus a lawyer good with words."
"But then what are you going to do, Alvin?" Gus cried. "Try to send it through the Assembly? Can't trust those legislators any further than you can toss a buffalo."
"Maybe we'll have to force it through."
"Candle to the devil," Gus cried. "That's a spanking good idea!"
And so they did.
Coming April 28, 7-9 p.m.
The Apollon, 1801 Vinton St., Omaha
THIEVES, RASCALS & SORE LOSERS:
The Unsettling History of the Dirty
Deals that Helped Settle Nebraska
by Marilyn June Coffey
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