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Boiled Coffee

Settin' up the new location

There is just something about the lust for money that will unerringly change the sweetest Grandma you ever met into Gordon Gecko.  I guess everybody wants a share of the oil money and it is doubly hard to sit by when it is your neighbor getting the money and not you.  Such was the case here west of Ft. Stockton.   The Old Girl and weed wash were set up right off the hard road with the rig being 2 miles farther in on a different owner’s property.  All the rig traffic had to cross 800′  that belonged to the first landowner and where the Old Girl and weed wash was located.   A deal was set with Landowner #1 for $XX  to travel the 800′ to get where everybody needed to go and all seemed right with the world. 

Until Day 1.  Anybody that has been through a rig move knows what a cacophony of noise and blur of motion it always is.  Due to the long length of this move (135 miles) , the bosses elected to do it in one jump and one day.  36 trucks showed up the other morning and when the last one pulled out east of Iraan, there was not a piece of equipment left to load up and haul west.  We descended on the new location like a cloud of locusts;  truck after truck after truck and somewhere along about then Landowner #1 showed up.   Now I don’t know exactly if they were just overwhelmed by the show of  brute dollars moving down their once-lonesome caliche road or if somewhere back in little used recesses of their brains a dim bulb suddenly grew brighter. Whatever and whichever it wasrent on their pitiable little 800′  suddenly rivaled Boardwalk and Park Place.

Beats using a shovel............

It took two weeks to resolve.  Offers / counter offers / hand wringing and shouting / aggressive encounters  — it was a panoply of human nature and greed unfolding around us. Looked to me as if an amicable resolution was about as likely as wings on a spider.    The final resolution was telegraphed when the  Company Man came down and told me ‘ he couldn’t get any drilling done for messing with these stupid @*&$!’   Well, alrighty thenI knew the game was ’bout up because nothing stands in the way of drilling out this way folks.  Nada.   The resolution was to bypass Landowner #1.  Bypassed entirely via a new access road.  Zilch for Landowner #1.  Instead of a tidy little payday for doing nothing, Daddy don’t get no new shoes now.

Took us a day to tear down and get set up at the new place within sight of the rig because  that weed wash sure does complicate logistics. Good news is we like this location better.  Farther removed from the traffic on the hard road, a better view,  a good run yard for Tuco the Dog — and we no longer have to fool with Landowner #1.

Farberware old school

Miss Kathy made the run to the Post Office Box the other day and came back with a Suburban brim full of prizes from Amazon and a recent Woot-Off.  Not least among them was a new Farberware 50124 Classic Yosemite Stainless Steel Percolator
coffee pot for yours truly.   You might recall I gave up on that drip-coffee-maker-from-hell when it puked all over my goods one too many times.   Miss K’s Keurig B-70 B70 Platinum Single-Cup Home Brewing System is not an option for me.  For one thing, coffee should come in a round metal can that you can use for umpteen things later on – not some plastic pod. And next, every time she fires that bad puppy up, a small village in Mexico loses power.   So yeah, it is more trouble to boil my coffee over a gas burner and it is more trouble to clean up and it has not even one LED flashing light on it but I still dig it.   Bonus!  It also makes damned fine coffee.  Who woulda thunk it?

 

End Note: Screw You, We’re from Texas by Ray Wylie Hubbard from the Growl CD.  Mainly just because I can.

Texas is the place I want to be and I don’t care if I ever go to Delaware anyway.

 

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6 comments to Boiled Coffee

  • It’s always good to hear the National Anthem of Texas, and see a new slideshow from a proud Texan. Didja ever notice that the video makers always manage to wedge in a Cowboys Cheerleader shot (or two or three)? Undeniably, they are one thing Dallas managed not to mess up.

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    • Andrew

      Random bikini shots that serve no gainful end are also good — just sayin’

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  • Sometimes the old way is best…especially for coffee, and trucks.

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  • jim walden

    Loved the landowner story and that coffee pot was the first thing we got for the new “coach”(my better half hates that moniker) I lived on a boat here in Alaska for 8 years and that is the only “real” coffee. We called it “boat coffee” up here.

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  • Bryan

    The new coffee pot looks great! I actually prefer perk coffee over that stuff that comes out of those drip machines. You may want to look into another generator for the keurig to give that small village some relief lol.

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  • LJ

    Fine cup of coffee, boiled, not brewed, or shaken, thank you. had a little six cup stainless steel stove top boiler/dripper coffee cooker. first time on a camping trip in Arkansas, this new toy hit the ground w/ a thud when a freak wind blew through the camp ground and the glass bubble on top of this thing, ended up in more pieces than could be superglued back together. NOT to be denied a cup of coffee, a new bubble fashioned from tin foil and tucked in just right, add a little heat, so as to not scorch the newly born caffinated brown water for 10 minutes after a gentle bubbling begins, an occassional nasal sniff to check for the developing right smell of a good cup brewing and not the burning smell of popcorn gone bad in the microwave and voila! a cup of ‘pick-me-up’ that can’t be duplicated w/ an electric dripper. I still have an early 1950’s version of a stove top coffee maker that my folks used, which was my first experience of coffee smell in the early morning growing up that is hard to match.
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