The coffee was good and strong this morning—I made it.”
–D.C. Adkisson (Redemption)
Come on in, Pard, and delight yurself in some of this hot joy-juice that’s a-brewin’. Hot and strong…I made it. Yuh can use the pump if’n yuh need to dilute it, but come on, man-up. Ahh, that delectable taste and purtiful aroma…just the thing to get a body goin’ on a Saturday mornin’. Plenty of doin’s today.
What’s that? “Windy” Yuh say I was too windy yesterday? Part, yuh have to understand that sometimes a body can’t get all that needs sayin’ down on one page. Sometimes it take a bit more. What? I need to conserve trees? Pard, yur tryin’ to pull my leg. I don’t use enough paper to ruin a forest. I do my best to keep the Echo down to one page, but sometimes there are things that need to be said. I know, I know, ol’ Dresselhaus has a better way with words than I do an’ he can get his said shorter, but sometimes a feller has to lengthen his thoughts. Yuh didn’t like it? It could have been worse–it could have audio an’ yuh could have heard this ol’ fence post a-singin’ Never Alone. That’d be worse than usin’ more paper for shore ‘nough it’d right start a stampede.
I see yuh smilin’, the coffee suit yuh this mornin’? Say, while I’m a-talkin’ I want to tell yuh something. Listen, an’ listen tight. This ain’t the same ol’ range. This hyar deconstructionism, or postmodernism is sure done terrible things to society. It don’t matter much where yuh go yuh can see the results. Dress as yuh please, instead of dress for the occasion or to be moderate, or to be pleasin’ to the heavenly Father and those around yuh. It don’t matter, yuh say? Bah! Dress might not make the man, but it shore ‘nough does show his attitude. It isn’t deconstruction, it’s plan ol’ sloppiness. I remember the ol’ sayin’ “dull knife, dull boy.” Dress like a slob, yuh just might be one on the outside, but even worser on the in. Pard, stay sharp, keep yur gun oiled an’ ready. Polish yur boots for Sunday meetin’, and if’n the occasion calls for Sunday best, don’t be wearin’ flip flops, shorts, and a jersey to be showin’ yur hairy armpits. After all, Pard, who wants to be seein’ yur mangy toes with those curled up nails from wearin’ those tight boots?
Yuh, see I said that with a smile, not to downplay the truth of it. Oh, say, if’n yur ’round Coldspring this evenin’ stop by Calvary Baptist Church. They’re havin’ a chili cookoff. Yep, I’m a-makin’ some chili, though not my regular recipe. I’m makin’ chili from a recipe by the ol’ bard–Gene Autry. Yep, it has a little different flavor. Nope, I don’t put my ol’ boot in it, nor let Aloysius swim through it, but there’s somethin different, an’ I say that with a smile. Come on by if’n yuh get the chance.
With that bein’ said, if’n yuh swing by, be checkin’ yur cinch before leavin’ home, I want yuh to make it. The weeks ahead of yuh, the Lord has things to be did, an’ if yur noggin’ is busted because of yur foolishness, why the work might just not get done or someone else will have to be doin’ it for yuh.
Vaya con Dios.