He took a sip. The aroma filled his nostrils and the taste was great. ‘Ooo that is good coffee. Reminds me of home.’”
–David W. Bailey (Jericho James)
Ahh, mighty fine, mighty fine. No, not yur looks, Pard, that’d scare a person into next week. I was speakin’ ’bout the coffee. Sure nice gift the missus gave me for Valentines. Ol’ Folgers was the first coffee company and this coffee, Folgers 1850 Black Gold, is to commemorate the founding of their company back in the days of that California Gold Rush. They were followed soon after by Arbuckles. Those boys put a new twist on their beans.
So what do yuh think? Good enough to wet yur tonsils and tell yur gizzard to giddyap? Speakin’ of Valentines, the wife and I went out to eat last Saturday over to Huntsville. Fine place, City Hall Cafe and Pie Bar. I had a really good chicken fried steak, and Annie had smothered chicken. Might have to be visitin’ those folk again sometime.
Say, Pard, as yuh guzzle that coffee, I was wonderin’ if’n yuh kept yur long-handles. I haven’t owned a pair in years, but sure was a wishin’ for some this past week. Maybe ol’ man winter is finished foolin’ ’round down here in South Texas. We sure are crazy humans. We complain when the temperature gets below freezin’ and we grumble when it gets up in the nineties. Just no satisfaction for the human race.
Ha, let me take a sip an’ I’ll tell yuh what came to my mind. The ol’ song, “I’m satisfied with Jesus. Said He would be my comfort, said He would be my guide…” Boy-howdy, ain’t that the truth. My soul is surely satisfied, despite my complaints ’bout achin’ body parts. Better than some folk. I heard somewhere along the trail that one ol’ boy’s mechanic went into business with his doctor as he had some many new parts. Hmm, next thing yuh know there’ll be AI gizzards and livers just waitin’ to be put in yuh. Ol’ Solomon had it right, there are three things that ain’t never satisfied: the grave, the barren womb, and land that never gets enough water. Oh yeah, and fire is the fourth thing. Yep, if’n we’re not careful we can be greedy and covet things that the Lord don’t necessarily want us to have.
Pard, the pot’s dry–hope yur satisfied. We done drank it all. Be careful as yur travelin’ through the week, and I shouldn’t be havin’ to tell yuh, but I get concerned that yuh don’t take good care of yurself rightly. Yuh really need to check yur cinch, just like I check over the steel mount when I go out.
Vaya con Dios.