He stood in front of the cabin he shared with his wife and the children. He had a tin cup of coffee in one hand, and he was watching the man tie the soogan to the back of a horse.”
–Brad Dennison (Wandering Man)
“Over the river and through the woods…” come in here an’ join me Pard. Let’s have some coffee and do some singin’. Uh, well, at least some coffee, an’ it’s plenty hot and strong; it’ll make yur innards wake up and say “howdy-do.” November’s here, Pard, the beginning of fall. The leaves are fallin’, the breeze is brisk, and in some places there is some fallen snow. November, the beginning of the wondrous holiday season.
Come on, Pard, yuh know yuh like the holidays. Why, yur already droolin’ thinkin’ of turkey and dressin’ and all the other things that go with it. Cookies, and pies, and all of those other special delights of the season, an’ that might even include a fruitcake. For sure it’s better than that ol’ puncher I heard about the other day. Did yuh hear he died with his boots on,–ha, he didn’t want to stub his toe when he kicked the bucket. Don’t yuh be groanin’ on me nor snortin’ yur coffee either.
The time of Thanksgiving, then the time when we remember the comin’ of the heavenly Father’s most glorious and wonderful gift–His Son, Jesus. It’s a time of wonderment as well as a time of havin’ a grateful heart. Just like right now, this very moment, here we are slurpin’ down some of that elixir that is next to divine. It is strong enough for yuh? Pard, you and I both know that if’n yuh can see through the coffee in the pot it ain’t fittin’ to be drunk. So good, hot, strong coffee is my first gift to yuh this holiday season, and the wishin’ that yuh remember to be thankful for all that the good Lord has blessed yuh with. Oh, an’ that includes givin’ yuh the brains to remember to check yur cinch.
Vaya con Dios.