How my coffee shop routine began
Published Wednesday, March 20, 2013
By Gerre Joiner
My coffee shop experience began after my senior year in high school.
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The mad cow: story 1 and story 2
Published Saturday, February 23, 2013
By Gerre Joiner
One day at the coffee shop, Delbert White told a story of his Arkansas cousin who owned a mean cow.
Budget questions hover above Capitol
Published Wednesday, January 2, 2013
By Ed Sterling
As Congress jousts with itself and the White House in the closing days of 2012 over the federal budget, the Texas Legislature and other state legislatures can only guess what federal dollars will be coming when budget-writing time comes.
Treed by Jack’s dog
Published Wednesday, January 2, 2013
By Gerre Joiner
I may be a little fuzzy on some of the details of this story. I wasn't paying attention until after the story was told, and the coffee sipper absolutely wouldn't budge from his "I'm-telling-you-guys-the-truth" position.
Addie
Published Saturday, December 15, 2012
By Gerre Joiner
I'm proud of my coffee shop bunch. We exchange a lot of kidding, and most of the time nobody gets upset.
The Kaywoodie and the Pekingese
Published Wednesday, November 14, 2012
By Gerre Joiner
It all started when one of the coffee drinkers at Whataburger said, "It's not lying if you don't expect somebody to believe it."
A well-informed group
Published Saturday, October 20, 2012
By Gerre Joiner
The coffee shop bunch is a well-informed group of men.
Coffee Shop Lesson: How to give
Published Wednesday, October 3, 2012
By Gerre Joiner
Sometimes, coffee shop talk gets serious.
Try starter fluid?
Published Saturday, September 22, 2012
By Gerre Joiner
The coffee-sippers are interesting people. One in our group exhibits a great mechanical mind if he doesn't run out of Whataburger napkins on which he diagrams his mechanical strategy.
What you hear and what you think you hear
Published Saturday, September 1, 2012
By Gerre Joiner
On some days, we have high drama at the coffee shop.
My mother’s guiding finger
Published Wednesday, July 25, 2012
By Gerre Joiner
One of the most vivid of my childhood memories is sitting with my mother in the small West Texas church we attended.
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