The others nodded their heads in agreement, looking into their coffee as their eyes glazed with their thinking and wondering.”
–B.N. Rundell (Escape to Exile)
Come on in, Pard, I’ll get yur coffee. I’ve been fightin’ a case of the gripe since Wednesday. A fever? No, not the grippe, the gripe! No, it’s not the China virus. The gripe! Have you not ever had a gripe with someone or something? I remember having the gripe once diggin’ out a tree stump, another time I was out fishin’ and got a terrible backlash in my reel–the gripe. That’s when yuh get angry without sinnin’ and, Pard, at times it’s hard.
See, yur ponderin’ what I said, for I see yuh starin’ in yur cup. Or is there a gnat in it? Don’t yuh strangle on it while swallowin’. No, jist thinkin’ about the absurdity of our supposed leaders; bah, bureaucrats! Another impeachment. I would think with all the goin’s on in this country, Antifa, BLM, the virus, and other things they would have something better to do than fill their own ego. Why, Pard, it’s already full of hatred and bitterness.
More and more, I’m seein’ the truth of what Proverbs calls a “fool.” More and more, in my ol’ age, I’m seein’ the scriptures bein’ fulfilled, that wickedness will abound in the last days. Drink up, Pard, don’t mean to have yuh staring in yur cup, and yur eyes a-glazin’ over. Perk up! The Lord is in charge, so that’s why I got the hatred out. The Lord told me to be workin’ at doin’ good where I’m at. Keep my gizzard juice all sweet. Too many other ailments in this ol’ body so sure don’t need the gripe.
Pard! Stop! Yur gonna make me gripe at you! Check that cinch! And don’t yuh be ridin’ where yuh shouldn’t be this week. Stay away from things that might sour yur gizzard.
Vaya con Dios.
I settled down with a small fire, the air now turning brisk, and sipped at my coffee looking up at the stars.”
–D. C. Adkisson (The Shepherd)
Ha,ha,ha, don’t mind me Pard, I’m just singin’. “Awomen, see the little baby, awomen; lyin’ in a manger, on Christmas mornin’, awomen, awomen, awomen.” Ha,ha,ha; if it wasn’t so sad, it would be hilarious.
Come on in, Pard, the coffee’s waitin’ for us. My, my, what a week it’s been. It’s already started and Biden hasn’t even been sworn in yet. I wonder if at a restaurant if we’ll have our choice of womenu or menu? Yuh know, I make fun of it, and it is rather silly, but on another note it is downright serious. Making jest of God’s creation, man and woman.
Then the riotin’ in D.C. Another mess, and there’s something not quite right with what’s bein’ reported. Oh, well, what can one expect from a country that no longer believes in or practices the Truth? And now there’s another impeachment looming. My goodness with only twelve days left, the House is going to waste time on impeachment rather than get down to business. Well, that’s a paid bureaucrat for yuh. Puttin’ yur money to good use. What I see is hatred in action.
I don’t know about you, Pard, but this ol’ boy is goin’ settle back, enjoy the woods and wildlife that come a-visitin’, and enjoy my coffee. Ahhhh, not goin’ to let the media trouble my ol’ gizzard–I’ve been keepin’ it calm and soothed, and plan on keepin’ it that way.
Along with good coffee, keepin’ things simple, the Lord’s been fillin’ my heart with songs. Join me, “I’m gonna cling to His precious hand, and I know my Lord’s gonna lead me out of the pilgrim land.” Yeehaw! Just have to put a hearty end to it. I would have said “Amen,” but don’t want to be gettin’ myself into trouble.
Yuh be watchful now as yuh travel the roads out there. Don’t be a-frettin’, just be rememberin’ that the Lord has everythin’ under control. Why even if yur cinch slips, He’s there with yuh.
Vaya con Dios.
The coffee was hot and strong enough to stand by itself, without any cup. I drank it and liked it.”
–Louis L’Amour (The Proving Trail)
Welcome, Pard, welcome. Woooeee, we’ve got a new year in front of us. Let’s climb aboard and see what kind of ride we’ll have this year. Yeehaw! Powder River let ‘er buck!
Whew, enough of that. I don’t want to get worn out right at the start. Coffee’s on; it’s hot and strong. Fact is; its downright black. I received a gift of a new brand out of San Antonio, Texas–Gonzalez Garrison, and it’ll catch yur attention, but this mornin’, due to yur delicate nature I stuck with my regular blend–strong.
Looking back over the years, I’ve come to the conclusion that though it is a New Year, nothing is really new. Same ol’ stuff from December 31st is followin’ us into the year. Fact of the matter, I heard that the virus has mutated in Colorado, and there’s a new one found in China. My, can you believe that? Ha, ha, the world is wringin’ their hands, that is, except for those in charge.
Me, well, I’m thinkin’ that right now the best I can do is sit down, watch the birds flitter on the branches, and sip my coffee slow and easy. Ahhh, not much I can do about the world’s situation, and I’m surely not goin’ to get in a frenzy over a virus whether it’s natural or man-made. One way or the other, the Lord will see me through. He’ll see me through the troubles of 2021, or He’ll see me over the Great Divide and into those pearly gates.
Thanks for joinin’ me this first Saturday of 2021. Always enjoy yuh stoppin’ by an’ always have time to swaller some coffee with yuh. Don’t yuh be forgettin’ yur resolutions! Check yur cinch! See, some things don’t change.
Vaya con Dios,
They sat quietly drinking their coffee and watching the light go from the sky.”
–C. Wayne Winkle (Down the Long Trail)
Mornin’, Pard. Yep, I’m a little late. I was nice and cozy, and it’s cold outside, but then figured yuh might be ridin’ by. Hope the coffee’s to yur likin’ this mornin’. Say, do yuh realize that this is the last Saturday in 2020, that means the last Perc for the year as well.
Take a deep sip, ahhh. Now do I have a story to tell. No, it’s not a story about the day after Christmas. But, my, my, wasn’t yesterday wonderful? We had a grand time. Ol’ Santa didn’t stop by, but my family shore poured the gifts on this ol’ boy. But back to my story. It’s about trust. How many people do yuh trust? I mean trust with yur life or yur family?
“Pepe Rodriguez was one outlaw who misplaced his trust. He was one of the most notorious bank robbers in the old west. He lived just across the border in Mexico, but he regularly crept into Texas towns to rob banks. Then, he’d slip back into Mexico before the Texas Rangers could catch him.
“In hot pursuit one day, the frustrated lawmen were so embarrassed they illegally crossed the border. They finally cornered Pepe in a Mexican bar. Unfortunately, Pepe couldn’t speak any English. So, the Rangers asked the bartender to translate. When the bartender explained in Spanish who the Texas Rangers were, Pepe began to shake in fear. With guns drawn, the Rangers ordered the bartender to ask Pepe where he had hidden all the money he had stolen from the Texas banks.
“Tell him if he doesn’t tell us where the money is right now, we’re going to gun him down on the spot!” they threated.
“The bartender translated the message to the quivering outlaw. Immediately, Pepe explained in Spanish that the money was hidden in the town well. They could find the money by counting down seventeen stones from the handle and looking behind the seventeenth stone. All the loot he had stolen was hidden there.
“The bartender turned to the Rangers and said in perfect English, ‘Pepe is a very brave man. He says you are a bunch of stinking pigs, and he is not afraid to die!'”
So, Pard, who do yuh trust? Yuh drank that coffee, so yuh must have had some trust in me. Yuh sit in the saddle and ride, so yuh trust that cinch not to give. Trust is a vital part of life. Take some time to think about trust; make sure yur a trustworthy person. Don’t be forgettin’ the great Friend. He is closer than a brother. He purchased us with a price, His own blood. He is a Person yuh can trust.
Vaya con Dios.