He turned away to get an enamel cup and the coffee pot off the stove in the corner. He poured the cup full, sat the steaming black brew in front of the man, and stepped back. ‘That’ll be a nickel.’”
–B.N. Rundell (Wagon Wheel Gap)
Take a deep sip, Pard. That thar coffee comes from roasters way over in Silver City, New Mexico. No, thar’s not no pintos nor peppers in it; it’s coffee yuh dodo. Fresh, hot, black elixir from my own kitchen. Ahhh, good to have it this mornin’. Doc prescribed a stress test for me, an’ that meant no coffee for twenty-four hours. Whoopee, I’ll tell yuh I sure wanted a cup that night before. After the test, I rode the ol’ steel mount over to the daughter’s house where I promptly swallered three cups.
Ha, when I first read what ol’ BN wrote I had to chuckle. Shore did remind me of somethin’ my Grandpa Jones said once on a trip. He stopped for coffee on a trip back to those wheatfields of Kansas and almost had a combustion fit when he found out that coffee at the cafe cost him a whole dime. Mom said, he slammed his hand on the table, “Who ever heard of coffee costin’ more than a nickel?” Ain’t like that now, that’s for shore.
Things just don’t stop. The foolishness and stupidity continues. I know that thar are some out there that’s a-wantin’ a global society. An’ I tell yuh they don’t know what they’re askin’ for. When that comes about it’ll be too late for them for that ol’ devil-filled man of lawlessness will be in control. Pard, if’n yur around then, yuh better seek shelter quick an’ hang on, not only will coffee become scarce or too expensive to buy they’re be a lot of the devil’s doin’ goin’ on. In fact, this ol’ world will be bustin’ wide open with evil. But for a politician, a supposedly American mayor (Chicago) to ask for the United Notions to step in an interfere with immigration enforcement in this here U.S.A. is downright shameful.
Go ahead, Pard, yuh can drink it. I know it’s the last of the brew, but I’m good to share. Don’t blame yuh for wantin’ more. Now, back to my pontificatin’, what I don’t understand is why these so-called leaders, an’ yuh know of whom I’m a-speakin’, go on about things that are illegal. Illegal immigrants, illegal drugs, Illegal this and that, but don’t they get it? The term is “illegal.” How can stoppin’ cartel drugs from comin’ into the U.S. be illegal? How can stoppin’ noncitizens from votin’ be illegal? Do yuh get my drift?
On top of all this there was the shenanigans the liberals did by shuttin’ down the government. Didn’t hurt them none, exceptin’ maybe they got their feelin’s hurt by not gettin’ their own way. An’ most of that was over this ideal of givin’ handouts, welfare, and insurance to–yuh got it–illegals. My mercy, if’n we’d follow them and check them out I’m a-thinkin’ they mount up not checkin’ their cinch. No wonder they’re looney; they’ve fallen on their noggin’ too many times an’ don’t know up from down, much less right from wrong.
Yuh be havin’ a good and safe week, Pard. Sit tall in the saddle, knowin’ of whom yuh serve. He’s got it all under control and we all can be a-trustin’ Him, even if’n we have to pay a little more for coffee.
Vaya con Dios.