I poured. He took a long swig. ‘This coffee is horrid,’ he proclaimed. ‘You gotta be alive to taste.’”
–A.K. Vyas (Dodge City)
Mornin’, Pard. Yuh know if’n it ain’t one thing it’s the other. Least wise my coffee ain’t horrid; it’s more delectable. Makes yur taste buds howl in delight an’ yur ol’ gizzard starts to growl. Hope yur doin’ well this Saturday.
Ahhh, this is good. Finished the first rounds of appointments with the sawbones. Round one went well. My mercy, it seems that I almost find myself comin’ and goin’ to the doc’s office. Least, I’m able to come and go, better than some folks I know. I reckon I’m in pretty good shape for the shape I’m in, and that’s a fact.
Gonna be celebratin’ Fathers’ Day today. Some roastin’ ears, throw some steaks on the grill, an’ I think that Annie is makin’ a coconut cream pie. Now, yuh put the three together and that’s a reason to be shoutin’ over. I didn’t mention greens, but most likely some will show up. Whooeee, I remember that day well, back in April of ’74 when I became a father. The thought process changed for sure. It became a solemn obligation before the Lord to raise her up right. Now that, Pard, is a real responsibility.
With the Lord’s help and plenty from my wife, both the girls have grown up to be stalwart in their walk with the Lord. That’s always the main thing! This day, there is so much evil around seekin’ to devour the souls of the younguns. A father and mother have to constantly guard, and not get wearisome in their doin’ so the minds and actions of their kids. Why Pard, an’ take a deep swaller ‘fore I tell yuh this. Ready? This is a quotation, “Disney’s latest Star Wars show ‘The Acolyte! features black lesbian space witches creating babies using the Force.” Sick, depraved–yuh add that along with the drag queens readin’ to kids in schools and libraries–well, Pard, just how much will the Lord stand for?
I’ll be lettin’ yuh go Pard. I’ve got to get the wood ready, an’ then the fire started. Always like to use a wood fire to cook steaks over if possible. I like that edge seared and the steak medium rare. Say, I ought to be a-closin’ with that poem on steaks, by Vance Wampler.
Here’s to that steak
Thick and juicy and sizzlin’
Cooked in the camp tent
When the weather was drizzlin’
With scaldin’ black coffee
Ate that steak with my knife.
Now…what’s better in life?
Dad’s yuh be havin’ a good day. An’ don’t forget the advice from this ol’ fence post–check yur cinch. That’s includes raisin’ yur kids right–cinch them up.
Vaya con Dios.