The coffeepot was on the stove, so we got cups and saucers and sat down opposite each other in silence and gratitude.”
–Louis L’Amour (The Man From the Broken Hills)
Ain’t man a wonder? Now, if’n yuh can’t tell from the tone of my writing, that’s been said facetiously, Pard. He is created a little lower than the angels, but sometimes I wonder if it ain’t the fallen angels He was referring to. Why that poor, neglected, man who killed six people and ran over another forty says that he is being demonized. The poor man, with a rap sheet that is a mile long. Then we have sweet, pitiful Alec, whimpering and sniffling up sympathy sayin’ he didn’t pull the trigger. Guns that shoot by themselves, why Pard the next thing they’ll be tellin’ us cars can drive by themselves. What’s that? They have some, they’re workin’ on it. Well, they’ll do somethin’ like make coffee that is instant, no need of boilin’ or perkin’. Huh? They have that too? Well, that just shows to go yuh, that they’re always messin’ with something.
Pard, think back over yur long life and those many times yuh held a gun. Ever have one go off without pullin’ the trigger? I’ve heard of folks shootin’ themselves while cleanin’ a gun, but that don’t make no sense neither. Bottom line, yuh have a gun in yur hand, it makes yuh responsible. No matter what else, yur holdin’ it.
Sorry, Pard, this week has had some doin’s that just rankled me. Just gonna let them simmer on the back burner of my mind. Speakin’ of back burners, how ’bout another cup of coffee? Ahh, smell that aroma, sure helps me from shakin’ my head at all the senseless things that are goin’ on. It’ll get worser and worser as the Lord tarries. We all need to be prayin’, “Even so, come, Lord Jesus,” and also prayin’ for those around us, ‘specially family and friends.
Say Pard, ol’ Pancho told me that he saw some folk from one of those barred countries comin’ across the border down ’round Laredo. Oh, but that’s another story. Finish that last swaller and I’ll let yuh be on yur way. I’m gonna watch yuh for a minute t’ see if’n yuh check yur cinch. Why yuh might just say it just happened, not yur fault, when they pick yuh off the ground.
Vaya con Dios.