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Tales of Old Santa Fe by Jack Handy.

The Old Landscape Painter.

The old painter had painted more landscapes than he cared to remember.

It used to keep him up at night.

But nowadays, he soothed his nerves with whiskey.

The worst part was there was always some young landscape painter who thought he was better.

One day, just such a painter drifted in from Carmel by the sea, California.

He had a carload of paintings, and he challenged the old landscape painter to a two-man show.

Please, just head on back to Carmel, said the old painter.

What's a matter, old timer? said the young painter.

Yella?

So the old painter agreed.

When the gallery closed that night, the old landscape painter had sold every one of his paintings.

Mountain views, Adobe houses, Southwest Sunsets. and the young painter hadn't sold a thing. Let me give you some advice, son, said the old painter.

Folks round these parts don't really go for seascapes.

The young painter got this car and drove straight through to Carmel without stopping.

Jack Handy reading his tales of old Santa Fe.

We'll hear more from Jack Handy on the New Yorker Radio Hour today.

I'm David Remnick, and thanks for joining us.

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