ON THE ROAD AGAIN

I'm off again amigo's. Hopefully I can accomplish what I set out to do, and things will find a groove all of their own. If I've learned anything at all in my short appearance on the often veneered stage of life, it's that sometimes the way you thought the world would spin for you, in reality can turn on a dime. This is the way the cosmic dice tumble. Good, bad, or indifferent, with all it's ups and downs, it would seem that the more we try to force the square peg into the round hole, the more we commit ourselves to an upstream journey. I seem to do better when I just allow the events of destiny play out from their own, unknown to me, agenda.
What's important is that we remember why were here, and not try to over think the unknowable. At least that's what a good friend told me once.
So it's take a deep breath, point the compass south, keep the virgin of Guadalupe in the windshield, and jump in the water. So keep your stick on the ice, and we shall talk later when I get settled.
Adios Por Ahora Compadres.

"KICKED BY THE WIND
DRIVEN BY THE SNOW
DRUNK AND DIRTY
AND DON'T YOU KNOW
I'M STILL
WILLIN"

LOWEL GEORGE

FRIJOLES

I just love beans. I l like the way the look in the pot, I like the way they smell when they're cooking, I even at times marvel at the their ability to turn themselves into an entire orchestra after their digestion. Decorum and personal discretion must always be observed during these legumic symphony's however, and may often be best enjoyed in a solo environment. A certain degree of apre's frijole planning may be necessary.
The history of the lowly frijole is a diverse one, and can be traced to Egyptian kings.
Some were even buried with their stash of the unassuming legume. Imagine that...waking up in the afterlife and the first thing you want is a big bowl of beans. Damn the torpedos, bring me my beans.
For me however the most admirable quality the bean has, is it's compassionate touch. Beans have been easing the pangs of hunger worldwide for centurys. From the single mom in urban areas, to the backwaters of peasant life that unfortunately plague our world, the bean always delivered it's goodness without having lofty ambitions so often found in other basic sustenance food products. You know who I'm talking about Mr. Mais. Limelight stealing, overrated food product that you are. No the frijole isn't in it for the glory. The bean merely delivers nutrient, protein, vitamins and minerals without all the hoopala that the headline grabbing corn and flour are after. How often have we seen on CNN, the sacks of corn and flour being unloaded in some war torn region of the globe, or being spooned out in some famine struck area of a hopeless country.
And where was the bean in all the chaos and camera work? Quietly And without fanfare, the bean would set out upon the business at hand. Feeding the masses.
So take a bow Senor Frijole. On behalf of the downtrodden, the hungry, the food aficionado's, and from the Hobos that ride the rails in search of better times, to homeless persons everywhere, we salute you.
Long live the the bean, the frijole, the magical fruit. If ever a food group deserved sainthood it would surely be thee.

St. Frijole of the Blessed Impoverished