The room was warm with the smell of freshly made coffee and baking.”
–Louis L’Amour (Comstock Lode)
Mornin’ to yuh, Pard, always good to be a-seein’ yuh. My, my haven’t we had some purdy mornin’s? The other day, I was up and takin’ the ol’ steel mount to get a check up and tune up. The sun was just appearin’ over the horizon but the already the light was burstin’. It was a sight to behold, as are most sunrises. It almost made me blast out singin’, “O what a beautiful mornin’…” But then thought better of it as the jeep might stall.
I read something the other day that reminded me of Congress. It shor does fit some of them lawmakers, an’ I’ll let yuh fill in the names. But it is supposedly a Turkish proverb, “When a clown moves into a palace he doesn’t become a king. The palace becomes a circus.” My don’t that fit? Some of those folk are worse than a jestor; why when I read the Bible and the Book of Proverbs I see their name printed all over the place–FOOL!
Shor glad I know the One in charge and in control. My mercy, the foolishness, the hatred and anger that is happenin’ out there. Folks don’t care about the people they are protestin’ for, and they don’t care about the law. No wonder that the devil-man, the antichrist will be called the man of lawlessness. Yuh see what’s happenin’ on the streets and that’s what yuh get when anarchy rules and what’s worse yuh got folks, clowns, along with the media that egg it on, pushin’ their agenda.
Pard, let me tell yuh whilst yuh are sippin’ that coffee, don’t be readin’ and lookin’ too much at what is happenin’ for it’ll shor enough rile yur gizzard. We best be doin’ the best we can, where we are, with what we have. That’s a reason I invite yuh for coffee every Saturday. That ol’ Stuart Hamblen song comes to my mind, an’ if’n yuh don’t mind…well, even if yuh mind, let’s sing the chorus:
“Until then my heart will go on singing,
Until then with joy I’ll carry on
Until the day my eyes behold the city,
Until the day God calls me home.
Pard, the verses are purdy good too, but I won’t be singin’ them. Don’t be wantin’ to rile yuh up any more than the clowns do. Shor glad yuh take the time to come by. An’ I’m figurin’ that yuh glad to be a-comin’ by since the coffee tickles yur innards an’ on cold days warms them up. Yuh be havin’ a good week. Watch out for the clowns and the fools–that means be shor yur Bible-read, and gun-ready. Yuh never know what kind of “thing” might show up on the trail.
Yuh be sittin’ tall, ridin’ straight, wary and ready, an’ if’n yuh dismount don’t forget to be checkin’ yur cinch before climbin’ back in the saddle.
Vaya con Dios.