Coffee Percs

"My preference runs to coffee. Black coffee, and not much water in it." --Elmer Kelton

  Well friends, another Saturday; that means another week has gone by and we are together again sharing a cup of coffee.  Put some of that Cowboy Coffee on to brew this morning.  Heading for the eastern part of the state, so made enough to fill the thermos.  I just think that during the ride there made be the need of another cup or two.

  Ever had something just bounce back and forth in your brain?  My mind has been rattling with something for several weeks, in fact, longer than that.  This poor ol' fence post just can't figure for the life of me some things that take place.

  My mom, for instance, was married to a man who owned what used to be called a honky-tonk, a beer joint.  I was taken to the back a few times as a kid, and it was dark.  The dance hall part was dark with only lights shining on the musicians.  To add to this, my dad would take me to the bowling alley after games.  The bowling area was well lit, but where the beer was served it was dark.  I think it has something to do with lovers of darkness.

  Here, let's drain this pot while I tell you what has been happening in the past weeks, months, years.  I have noticed that the lights have been dimmed in the church.  (Maybe that is a message in itself; mercy, so dark you can't even read the Bible).  The lights are on the music and platform like at the old Rendezvous beer joint.  People have gone to both for a good time and enjoy the darkness of the place.  Is there something wrong with this picture?

  Guess I should stick to the coffee, and the comfort of my chair instead of trying to philosophize and figure things out.  They do say change is good.

                                                            Ira