Original Chat Rooms
By Mel Hansen, The Eighteen Wheeler Philosopher
I pass this little country town cafe, The Eagles Nest, in
Meadsville, Miszery...most times twice in a week's time. I've yet to pass it in
the year and a half I've been driving southbound that at least 4 vehicles
aren't parked there...most times the parking lot is full...and I can see the ol
boys seated at the counter or in the booths through the big front windows.
As you'd most likely expect, nestled in a
agricultural area, thousands of acres of corn and beans, it's full of ol boys
in bib overalls, big straw hats or baseball caps, for this time of year They either start, or end, their day with a cup of coffee, tea, or whatever goes
down smooth to quench one's thirst.
I keep wanting to stop but the parking lot not big enough for Long
Legs Lenoir with trailer. It might be, but then there wouldn't be room for
the"regulars" and then there might be, as one of my favorite
songs is titled, Hell to Pay! and being Missouri and Long Legs Lenoir having
Utah Plates on her...I'm fairly certain the.."regulars" would put
two and four together and assume, correctly, that I'm a..."Mormon"and run me out of town, or reinstate the "Mormon Extermination
Order"
But I'd like to stop and just sit at a booth in the corner
and sip on a cold lemonade and just observe and listen to the ol boys that
still come to a place to actually socialize face to face...instead of over
the phone, computer, Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, etc.
I still remember well when Pulleys Motor Lodge Cafe at home
was the gathering place for morning, noon, and evening conversation with
the ol boys of the town. I, as a youngster, at times couldn't wait until I
too would be one of the ol boys sitting at the counter, drinking a cup of
coffee or soda with the other ol boys discussing articles in the
newspapers, being arm chair quarterbacks/coaches about the sporting events in
the school, if there was
enough water for the crops, the weather holding off long enough to
get the crops in before snowed under, and of course about that...Big
Sumbitchn' Buck/Bull Elk that was kilt or missed during the hunting season!
Never did get to participate with the ol boys at home...but
I did get to participate with the ol boys when I worked on my Weston brothers' ranches over in Randolph. I'd drive to Laketown where I'd get a ride with Burt,
Sim and Plumber (Dave) to ride over to the JF/JW Ranches. Of course we'd have
to stop at Dee's Super Service every morning to Pepsi up! And buy a box of
Hostess, strawberry filled, powdered doughnuts...and of course bullshit with
the morning crowd there before heading over the hill to the ranch.
Then after the morning work was done at the JF we headed for
lunch at the bunkhouse on the JW. We'd get to the top of the lane... and as
Seth would say if he was driving, or even if he wasn't.."damn truck won't
turn to the left for some reason!" So we'd have to travel on into
Randolph and either stop at Flora's...or the Maverick...where we'd have to
Pepsi up..etc...and of course bullshit with the other ol boys who seemed to
have the same problems with their trucks not turning right or left unless they
went into Randolph, where miraculously the trucks seemed to fix themselves! Then at the end of the day working on the JW, heading back to the JF...I'll be
damned if that truck didn't develop the same problem again at the head of the
lane...only this time it wouldn't turn right!...only left!...so back into
Randolph!...where once again we'd stop most likely at the Maverick to...you
guessed it!...Pepsi up!..and pick out a VCR movie for the evening
entertainment! And of course share with others there picking out movies that
this one..was/wasn't..good and that Sieskel & Ebert didn't know what the
hell they were talking about!...cause this is/isn't a damn good/bad show!
I miss those days! I'm mostly confined to the inside of my
truck, with only my own thoughts, and trust me, I get mighty tired of my
thoughts! I confess, I have some fun with this FB garb because in some small
way it provides me with the opportunity to...Bullshit!
But! Let's not forget to put technology aside i.e. FB
etc...I...can't actually hear you laugh, at/with, me when ya tell me I'm full
of bullshit!...or see that you really mean something unless I see it in your
eyes. So let's get into that damn truck that won't turn left or right until
it takes us to a place to Pepsi/Coffee...up!...and actually socialize face to
face with others.
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