Going back in I picked up the coffeepot; reckoned I might as well make a fresh pot.”
              –D.C. Adkisson  (Redemption)

Greetings Pard, come in I’ve got some Kona blend brewing.  Yuh know, I figured out what they mean when they say “Kona blend”; it means there is at least one Kona bean in the bag.  There may be more, but guarantee of one.  But gives it a taste–not bad.
    Pard, I know the world is in a dither.  Things that were once true, the “woke folk” say that it is no longer true.  Why just the other day I saw where soap dispensers are now racist.  Is it just confusion, or plain stupidity, or is there somethin’ more sinister going on?  Some of it is so ridiculous you want to laugh and then realize that the “woke folk” mean what they’re sayin’.  We need more like ol’ Phil.  He said somethin’ the other day that this country should take to heart, “What in the world happened to America’s manhood and its boldness?  Can’t even stand a black cup of coffee these days.  Now, ain’t that the truth–them “woke folk” want that frothy, sweet stuff.
    Now, that’s a fresh pot of coffee, I want yuh to know.  I remember Grandma would keep a pot goin’ on the stove in case visitors came by, but often she’d say, “let me make a fresh pot.”  So I got to figurin’ that whenever possible I’ll put a fresh pot on when company comes an’ that includes you, Pard.
    I was a-readin’ the other day about those that do not obey the Lord.  There are many things found in Deuteronomy 28, but one verse stuck in my mind since we are livin’ in such chaotic and confusin’ times.  Ponder this for a while, “The Lord will strike you with madness and blindness and confusion of heart.” (Deuteronomy 28:28, NKJV)  In fact, it would be good to ponder the whole chapter; say, make that yur weekly project.
    Pard, let me tell yuh that “they” are after yuh, so yuh ride wary and alert.  Keep yur weapons handy, that Bible and yur .45.  Yuh notice that I carry a Greener with me when departin’ the home place.  Evil is out there just a-lurkin’ to snatch you.
    Yuh’ve been checkin’ that cinch haven’t yuh.  Guess so, since there’s no new lumps on yur head.
      Vaya con Dios.

He took two more deep swallows then hit the cup against the side of his leg.  I don’t know how he can drink that hot coffee so fast.  Running his fingers inside the cup, he wiped out the last drops after which he dried his fingers on his pants, and put the cup away.”
              –D.C. Adkisson  (Redemption)

Always good to have yuh drop by, Pard.  Get on down, and step into the kitchen, the coffee’s been brewin’ so should be plenty hot and strong.  Just been shakin’ my head as I saw yuh ride up.  My, my, my, I read the news a couple of times this week, and I had to stop and think what country I was livin’ in.  Ol’ Will Rogers said that all he knew he gains from the newspapers, my land, if’n he said that now it would be mostly lies, foolishness, and plain ol’ stupidity.
    The NCAA said they would accept transgenderin’ and woe to the states that don’t.  Pard, now that sounds like a threat to me.  Gun laws, sex laws, racial laws all of which make no sense at all, court packin’, playin’ politics rather than servin’ the people.  See, Pard, when man goes away from God’s moral law they have no place to turn except to the foolishness of man.  There are some out there demandin’ that justice be done, but what they really mean is that their justice be done.
    Here, let me pour another cup for yuh.  Sure good to be back in the ol’ homestead.  Still some work to be done, but were able to sleep and cook.  Nice to have family around so we didn’t have to put up a tent.  What?  Yuh don’t think I could have made it?  I’m spry enough when I have to be–just don’t be a-proddin’ me too much or yu’ll find out.  It’s nice to sit back in my chair and gaze at God’s great cathedral and count my blessin’s.
    Keep yur nose to the wind, watch the clouds and be ready and waitin’, but in meantime yuh be sure an’ check yur cinch.
      Vaya con Dios.

He moved into the backside of the ravine, built a small fire, place beans on to boil, and put a pot of coffee on the coals.”
              –Cliff Hudgins  (Viejo and the Locoweeds)

Greetin’s there Pard.  Coffee’s hot and strong, I even put a horseshoe in it this mornin’ to check it.  Stood right up.  Now if’n that don’t fix what ails yuh…
    Yuh know, sometimes I’ve wanted to get back in some ravine, or some nice canyon with a stream cascadin’ over the rocks.  Done it a time or two, drank my coffee and contemplated the goodness of God.  Yuh know, that’s what I think that ol’ boy Elijah did.  He might have been runnin’ from Jezeeybel, and he found himself in some ravine where he could hold up in a cave, but the Lord was with him, and cared for him.  Ol’ Elijah was refreshed and ready for another round with that pagan culture.  
    Told yuh, that coffee was good this mornin.’  Pard, what are yuh goin’ to do with that little herd of cows yuh got?  That mogul and moneybags Bill Gates is wantin’ to do away with the cows.  Yep, what I heard is that there must be the “use of regulation to move to 100% synthetic beef.”  Yum yum, but that don’t matter; those cows pass toxins.  See what I mean, sometimes I want to go to some ravine, drink coffee, and this case makes me want to throw a steak on the fire.  In fact, in honor of Bill Gates and his ideas and followers I will post one of my favorite poems–“Here’s to Steak” 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?

    Well, the “weather” is sure drizzlin’ stupidity.  So, take a break–have a steak and a pot of coffee and celebrate the blessin’s that the Lord has given yuh in spite of the woke folk.
    That’s doesn’t mean to be forgettin’–always check yur cinch.
    Vaya con Dios.

We sat there, drank some coffee, and counted our blessings.”
              –D.C. Adkisson (Mal de Ojo)

Come on in Pard, the coffee’s on the stove waitin’ for yuh.  Do yuh remember ol’ Stiff-Lipped Lou and Skinny Thompson?  They came by last week with mopey looks on the faces.  There was always was something fearful ’bout Skinny.  I was concerned that he’d fall through a hole in the seat of his pants and choke himself to death, but guess he checks his britches regularly.
    Go ahead an’ take a sip while I continue.  They were goin’ on ’bout the fact that taxes are goin’ up, that the price of groceries are goin’ up, that gas is goin’ up.  I listened to their moanin’ noddin’ my head now and again.  Lots of things are changin’, why them power-hungry bureaucrats are wantin’ a vaccine passort.  Talk about anti-American.  Imagine what our forefathers would have thought about that.  Yuh cayn’t travel from place to place without yur shot passport.  I don’t like the idea of the bureaucrats tryin’ to manipulate us.
    Pard, let me refill yur cup.  I then went on to remind them that they are not in the dark like those disciples of Jesus on that dark Saturday after the cross.  Imagine them, fearful, lackin’ in faith, sittin’ in a little room.  They probably looked at each other, questions in their eyes, with hope lost.  Here we are, knowin’ the story and ol’ Lou and Skinny were fearful ’bout the future.  Hope is alive, I told them, have faith that the Lord will take care of their needs.
    Well, enough bein’ said.  That Good Friday, which the disciples might at that time called “Dark Friday” finished the purpose of our Lord comin’ to earth.  Pard, things were dark then, but I told them Sunday’s comin’.  Things might be dark in their lives now, but yuh know, there’s a bright tomorrow waitin’ for us.
    Pard, yuh best be gettin’ out an’ buyin’ yur sweetie an Easter lily.  Don’t get yurself in such a hurry that yuh forget to check yur cinch though.
     Vaya con Dios.