Was at a local restraint, finishing my meal with a piece of pumpkin pie and a cup of black coffee... As I glared into my coffee cup, I thought of LL, and the numerous times, he talked about black coffee and how at times it was hot, strong and black as sin.. As I'm about to leave, an older gentleman sits down across from me, and right away he sits down a paperback book.. Sometimes, for some sociable reason I noticed the book and the sincerity his countenance showed a hurriedness to pick that book up. I ordered another cup of coffee and immediately knew what that book was... It was Louis L'Amour's 'Milo Talon'... I can not describe the feeling I got, so I looked at him with his head down, glaring intently into the pages of that book. I said two words; Louis L'Amour. He looked up smiled, and replied; Yes, and a good one that I've read five times. I just bought this one because I liked the cover illustration. He went on to tell how his late Father introduced him to L'Amour when he was laid up in a military hospital. The first book he gave me was 'Hondo', and so it began...From the first chapter, I was hooked.. In my stay there, he brought me a new book every time he came to visit and to this day, I think of my Father every time I pick up a new story by this wonderful writer...
