Before walking out the door, he drained the rest of the coffee from his cup and grabbed his hat.”
–Duane Boehm (Sun Over the Mountains)
Say, it seems like a month of Sundays since we’ve shared coffee together. Whooeee, plenty of miles on the roads since last time. And we get together to share a few grand things. First, Pard, I heard that yesterday was National Coffee Day, whatever that means. Well, if the doomafligets, and whoopidigangels, along with the whatchamacalits get their day, why not coffee? Ahhh, that’s some good coffee–New Guinea, one of my two favorites. Don’t gulp it, Pard, first yul burn yur tonsils and second yuh will miss that delectable taste.
Second, yuh do realize that another month has done passed us by? Mercy, this ol’ world is just a whirlin’ along. Yuh go to sleep one night and the next thing yuh know another month has gone an’ what do yuh have to say about it? Just another hole in yur britches. I was gonna say pockets, but yuh haven’t patched them up in a long time. Yuh never know the last time yul walk out that door with yur hat on. Time moves on until that day when it will be no more.
Smooth, that’s what this is. Satisfyin’ to the gizzard along with the other innards. An’ that brings me to another thing. Bein’ the end of another September means that we’ve spent three-fourths of the year discussin’ the graces of coffee along with the grace of the Lord. Why, Pard, we’re up this mornin’, the sun shinin’ down upon us, an’ we get to enjoy another day of God’s blessin’s. Some cowpoke after livin’ a full life came up with this genuine truth: “Life is a gift from God, wake up every day and realize that.” He later went on to soliloquize: “Life is too short for fake meat, fake cheese, or fake people.” So, Pard, be genuine–an’ I’m glad to have had yuh along for the ride. Yuh be sittin’ tall in the saddle, hyar, but check that cinch before yuh mount.