I was sittin’ in the cafe eatin’ breakfast, and tryin’ to decide if I liked their fresh coffee as good as I liked my own . . . fresh or otherwise. Their coffee was flavorful, but it didn’t have much of a punch. But I reckoned it didn’t matter much, since they were both a site better than ladies tea. I was on the verge of decidin’ I’d drink cafe coffee when I was in one and my own when I wasn’t. I like things good and simple.”
–Lou Bradshaw (and Cain Smiled)
“Ride away, ride awaaaay… A man may search his heart and soul…” Well, I was just singin’ along this mornin’ waitin’ for yuh to show up. Coffee’s ready and it is fit for a king, that is if he has a stout heart. I’m like that ol’ boy, Cain, who was a mite concerned over restaurant coffee. Yuh never can tell what yuh might be gettin’. ‘Course now, few are visitin’ the restaurants. And yuh know my view toward Starbucks–I won’t buy their product.
Since tea was mentioned, I might give my view. Tea is fine; folks who drink tea are among my favorite people. Why, Grandma always drank tea, she wouldn’t touch coffee. That bein’ said, she always had a pot on the stove ready for anyone who might come by. That’s a sign of a good woman (or man, or any person) having the coffee on the stove, juat a-waitin’. I’ve been drinkin’ a cup of tea late at night. Coffee may help the gizzard, but once in a while, if I’m thinkin’ the combination keeps me awake. Tea, I reckon is good for the liver. Now, don’t even mention it–yuh don’t mix the two together. That might cause an uproar in the system.
Speakin’ of uproars–well maybe I shouldn’t–but the bureaucrats haven’t a clue as to what they’re doin’. Or at least I hope that’s the situation ’cause if they do, then they plan to destroy the character of America. Sure glad I serve and walk with the Lord. There may be obstacles along the trail, but He knows how to surmount them, and if even be remove them. If I stub my toe, stumble, take a fall, or even drink bad coffee, He is there with me, to lift me up, hold me up, and get me movin’ back up the trail.
Pard, I notice the pot’s empty. My, and I haven’t even got to the accusations against our Texan that he tried to murder her. In the old days, Pard, she’d be called to answer for that. But the liberal agenda speaks louder than truth these days. Well, Pard, time for yuh to ride away until next time. Be checkin’ yur cinch; I’d sure hate to see yuh lyin’ there is the dust.
Vaya con Dios.