Starbucks ???

Its a lovely thought, our own coffeeshop right here in paradise. TJ and Donty Jane fresh from the whitewater rivers of northern California, bringing a little of the modern world to the folks in Lava. Beautiful hand laid tile bar, bamboo wood floors and a huge copper expresso maker. Now folks around here have been drinking coffee since the Oregon trail passed thru one hundred and fourty plus years ago. Tin pots around the campfire, big old graniteware pot by the branding fire durning roundup, counterfulls of cowboy hats, passing time and the local news every morning at the local cafe. I guess its that, we just never bellyed up to a $4.50 paper cup half full of foam with a heart artfully created on top. With just 400 souls living in paradise we just couldn't save the coffeeshop from its demise. So for all you Starbucks fans that come to town, its just going to have to be a bottomless cup of joe at the local cafe for a buck plus tax. Just look for an empty stool among the cowbow hats. Heres to the memory of our lost bid to the modern world.

Know everybody in your town ?

Moved to this little town in southeast Idaho in 1998, trying to escape from the congestion of the larger citys. Not that I have a great dislike for citys, they have provided me with a living for more than 45 years. Its just that, way back in the corner of my memories there lived an image of the small Nebraska town where I was born. Maybe its true when they say we all want to return to our childhood, I don't know for sure. Maybe its just that I wanted to know what was going on around me without reading about it in the newspapers, or listening to it on the news. Where the most important thing that happended yesterday was the birth of Darla Jean's baby, not the stabbing of some poor soul at the local gas'n'go. Anyway we packed up the Kat woman, and Willis the wonderdog, bought a rundown fixerupper house and moved to the mountains. heres a view of, Paradise in my dashboard lights, as we entered town.