Quality Breads

Delmont is an entrepreneur who bakes bread and sells it. Numerous residents of Old Bisbee buy his bread.

Other residents are concerned about the bread’s quality, because the health department has never checked Delmont’s bakery.

Bubba and Myrtle are in the category of don’t trust uninspected products.

They had some guests over the other day.  Their guests gave them a couple loaves of bread. They didn’t realise that they were from Delmont’s bakery. They seem to have survived the occasion.

Quality Bread

Delmont is an entrepreneur who bakes bread and sells it. Numerous residents of Old Bisbee buy his bread.

Other residents are concerned about the bread’s quality, because the health department has never checked Delmont’s bakery.

Bubba and Myrtle are in the category of don’t trust uninspected products.

They had some guests over the other day.  Their guests gave them a couple loaves of bread. They didn’t realise that they were from Delmont’s bakery. They seem to have survived the occasion.

A Musician’s Faith

Pat plays at local bars. He claims no particular faith.

When he plays he concentrates on his music. However, he does has a sense of his audiences, and interesting people within his audience.

He told me about a “gentle spirit” sitting in the back of the Copper Queen Saloon one Saturday evening.

It turned out that he was an Episcopalian priest. He closed his Sunday sermon by commenting that he had been listening to music at the Copper Queen the night before.

Not a bad advertisement for the troubadour who claimed no faith.

Dressed Up

There was a different crowd at the Grand tonight. The musicians consisted of two guitars augmented with computers.

John came into the bar with an entourage of mostly young women. The women in the group were dressed in colorful winter clothes.

I heard him remark to a friend, “And to think I even got dressed up for the occasion.”

He led his entourage to the table that has the worst acoustics in the saloon.

Ronald for President

I was walking toward home, when I encountered Ronald. Ronald is the local candidate running for president as the Constitutional Party candidate.

He asked if I was walking toward a coffee shop. I said that I was. I asked if I could buy him a cup of coffee. He said yes.

Naturally I assumed that he was referring to the coffee shop across the street, the Bisbee Coffee Company (BCC). I made a turn toward the BCC, but he stopped me. “No, I am 86ed from that coffee shop.” I was shocked, the only persons that I knew to be 86ed from the BCC, had walked around the coffee shop insulting people.

I asked him what he had done. He said that he had gotten a little too exuberant with his worship.

A candidate should probably not get 86ed from the common place to kick-off a candidacy.