My fire was dying but the coffee was still hot. I drank another cup and then stretched out on my bed and slept like a baby.”
–Louis L’Amour (Passin’ Through)
Mornin’, Pard, come on in an’ join in this joyous day. What’s the occasion? Why my ol’ gizzard is just a bubblin’ with joy. With you showin’ up, and the coffeepot full, and the Lord smilin’ down on me, what else is needed?
Sure seems like the world has gone mad. No, it doesn’t seem, it has. It is just a show case, a display, of what is to come. Hatred, my mercy, have yuh ever seen the like. Lack of respect, lack of a work ethic, things are just goin’ to mess, but still, through it all, my ol’ gizzard is smilin’. Yes, I know, wearin’ a mask one can’t see my fantastic smile.
But even with the mask coverin’ the face, there is the feelin’ of weariness, of despair, of hopelessness that permeates the country. Why, Pard, just look at the despair that is causin’ all those riots. Hopelessness held in will result in a scream. Add to that, hatred and yuh have madness. Drink yur coffee, Pard, while I do some philosophyzin’. Let chaos come, for that is what the Antichrist will come out of and that means the Lord’s return will happen.
Now, with that, Pard — say, ain’t that coffee good this mornin’? Mmmm, yep, I’m smilin’ deep inside, for I’m lookin’ up. In the midst of the madness I believe the Lord will be headin’ back this way for us. Yuh just have to stay ready. Say Pard, how ’bout a round of “I’ll Fly Away”?
Maybe next week I’ll have a story for yuh as we’re headin’ for the hills of Pennsylvania. There’s a cabin just waitin’ for our appearance. Yuh stay strong an’ happy, Pard. Be alert an’ check that cinch.
Vaya con Dios.
Coffee boiled in a pot in the corner of the fireplace. The old man poured a cup of cold water in to settle grounds and brought the pot up to set it on the rough table.”
–Elmer Kelton (Llano River)
Here we are, Pard. I’ve got the coffee in front of me, back in the east country. Things shore are different out here, folks wear masks more than back home. Hope to sit back and enjoy myself these few days. In fact, today is a big one; I’m makin’ chili for the grandson’s birthday.
No problems along the trip; didn’t see a hostile along the way, but I’ll tell yuh, Pard, I was watchin’. We are told by ol’ Peter and Paul that our job is to be wary and alert. In these days those are words to live by. This is true not only spiritually, but out there in the world as we travel through it.
Why, Pard, do yuh remember the days when we could leave the door unlocked, the coffee on the table, and the pot on the stove? Go on in, make yur coffee, but jist clean up afterward. My mercy, the two groups that are most unsafe these days are unborn infants and police officers. Insane! Jist plain crazy!
Now, listen here, an’ listen tight–the problem isn’t the corona. The problem is that the days are evil! Before the time of the Lord’s return the days will get worser and worser. The great deceiver will blind the eyes of folk not immersed in the Bible. People are goin’ to be duped more and more if’n they are not followin’ the words of our Lord.
Well, wanted to get a note out this mornin’ to let yuh know I’m safe an’ well. Needed to sit down with yuh an’ enjoy the coffee. Don’t be frettin’ if the days seem restless; that’s a good sign–yippi-ki-yay, that means the Lord’s on His way. You jist be readin’ yur Bible, watchin’ the signs around yuh along the trail, and keep yur gun handy. Oh, oh, an’ don’t forget to be checkin’ yur cinch.
By the time pecan pie and coffee had been served, he had grown weary of political talk and war stories about people he didn’t know.”
–G.P. Hutchinson (Strong Conviction)
Pard, I’m sick of it all. My mercy, if anyone knows how to lie it’s the media and bureaucrats. They lie deeper than a bug in a rug. Worst part of it is, they don’t care as long as it pleases their selfish vanity. But let’s drink our coffee an’ think of better things.
Not sure where I’ll be come next Saturday. The missus an’ me are hittin’ the trail to visit the daughter’s family back in Maryland. That bein’ said, I wonder how those paranoid folks back there will take to a Texan comin’ for a spell. Guess I’ll keep a clean bandanna in the pocket just in case I have to throw on a mask.
Coffee’s good this mornin’, or is it just my wonderful personality that is makin’ yuh smile? This ol’ world is sure topsy-turvy, at least a person can have some good, hot, strong coffee. It kinda keeps a person on a level keel. Speakin’ of coffee, which is the topic of the Saturday Perc, sometimes with some cowboy philosophyzin’ thrown in, I read where a fellow by the name of George Ewing, a Texas boy, said that he drank somewhere up to 48,000 gallons of coffee in the 53 years of his life. Hmmm, makes me wonder about how many I’ve had over the years.
Say, Pard, before we have to leave this Saturday, I’ll empty the pot in yur cup, but I’ve figured out a way to shut out the lies of the media. Instead of readin’ or listenin’ to them spout lies, there’s a cure in readin’ the holy writ of the Bible. It’s like cotton in the ears when the talkers get to runnin’ their jaws.
Be seein’ yuh sometime, maybe next week, maybe not. Yep, I’m not forgettin’, I’ll be checkin’ my cinch before ridin’ out.
Vaya con Dios.
The old man moved to the fireplace, poured a cup of coffee from a large pot hanging in the hearth.”
–Cliff Hudgins (Viejo and the Ranger)
Come in, Pard, throw yur spurs under the table, I’ll be bringin’ the coffee shortly. I remember some ol’ boys like in the above quotation movin’ slowly to the coffeepot. They always kept the coffee on, and yuh can be sured it was hot and strong enough where yuh could stand yur spoon up in it.
Say, Pard! Didn’t yur Ma tell yuh not to wear yur hat at the table? I’m surprised, I’ve not known yuh to do it before. Haircut? What!? Yuh saw a sign thinkin’ it said saloon and it turned out to be a beauty saloon. That’ll teach yuh. They tricked yuh. Well, don’t feel that yur alone, that smarty-pants from California has said the same thing an’ she’s one of the smart ones, a bureaucrat yuh know. They told yuh not to smile? Smiling is now illegal in California? How would they know if’n yuh had yur mask on. Oh, it’s not smilin’ it’s bein’ happy. They’re sayin’ that bein’ happy is discriminatin’ against all those folk out there that ain’t happy. Poor folk!
Say, if’n they would come and drink some coffee with us, maybe some of their woes would pass on. My coffee has a tendency to change one’s demeanor. Makes yur gizzard want to stand up and say “howdy.” Gloom and despair are a terrible thing to carry around, much less live in it every day. My mercy, all they have to do is turn to the Lord. In fact, He’s a-awaitin’ to ease their gloom and take away that despair and throw it into the sea.
I jist don’t understand why folks want to choose to be antagonistic toward the Lord. Now, that’s a big word, do yuh know what it means? I mean, God is so good to us; why would people choose to be filled with hate. Hmmm, maybe hate makes ’em happy? Nah, else they’d be wearin’ a smile instead of a smirk or sneer.
Why jist bein’ here with yuh this mornin’ Pard, has brought a smile to my face. The coffee helps, but we both know we’re happy because of the good Lord and how He cares for us.
Oh, Pard, yuh better put yur hat back on before tryin’ to mount. It is somethin’ to behold an’ that ol’ nag of yourn might get the heebie-jeebies and will take off before yuh can check yur cinch.
Vaya con Dios.