On a Personal Note
Confessions of a coffeeman....
Well, I have to admit...I do not like Putin! There I have said it...I know there are good Putins some where, but the Putin I have heard too much from lately is just a little too, too...you know? He seems to delight in shoveling out manure and telling folks that it really is chocolate ice cream...it is somewhat scary because it looks like some folks are believing that ice cream stuff.
I do not know where that came from...but it is true. You know there are not too many folks I really do not like...maybe that comes from growing up in, or near, a variety of small to medium size towns, getting to know that most folks cared for all the kids they came in contact with on a daily or regular basis.
Now, I think I told you all about the haunted house my family lived in when I was a wee lad of around seven or so. You see it was a house that we could rent for not a bunch of money...which was good 'cause about that time my family was regrouping financially after losing about everything. Well, there was this family cemetery right there by the house and I swear on some stormy nights you could hear some pretty clear moans coming from just outside our windows. Thank goodness us kids slept on the upper floor just out of reach of those moaning ghosts.
But that is not where I am going with this story...you see my bro Roy and I wandered all over the country side doing stuff that good ol' country kids did back then. We went out to the old barn and had a good ol' time up in the loft...we went everywhere with bare feet that got so tuff that we could actually walk across broken glass without cutting them...we learned how to not get lost no matter where we wandered...and we often chased our neighbors cows just for the fun of it! That is where we almost made a fatal mistake...you see, cows will run from little fellas for a while...then eventually they get tired and decide those two little fellas are a lot smaller than they are and they turn the tables, so to speak.
Now, if you can picture two little fellas, one nine and one almost seven chasing big ol' bossies across a field until they get well beyond the protection of any fences nearby...then the bossies decide that they indeed are the bosses of the pasture...lordy now that was scary! Made that ol' grave yard look pretty tame even in the worse of storms!
Luckily we made it out of that pasture...came right up in the rear of our farmer neighbor's home. We would have snook on by that big ol' whitewashed house except the lady of the house was a really sweet, dear person that thought Roy and I had again come down just to visit a while. Yep, she saw us a running and panting and called us to come on up on her big front porch to sit a spell and enjoy some fresh baked tea cakes she had just taken out of the oven. Ah yes, I can still taste her home made lemonade and those big ol' tea cakes made just for little guys like the two that sat there with our neighbor lady...I still wonder if she saw us chasing her cows that bright morning?
Yes, like I was saying...most folks during that time were pretty special, and it got me to thinking, rightfully so I believe, that most folks are still pretty special in their own way. The only ones I have a problem with are those that go out of their way to be more than they are, you know who I am speaking of don't you? The uppity, in your face, I am the most important person in the room people...kinda like Putin...
I think that ol' boy needs to be asked to come on up on our porch for some good ol' The Alpaca Bean Coffee and Tea Cakes...don't you know? You know I need to talk to Jude about making some tea cakes now that I think of it...boy would that be good with Alpaca Bean Coffee...especially if Putin wasn't around...even if you can see him from Alaska!
Until later.......
Peace,
The Coffeeman
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