Mrs Rife the sheriff's wife....
Not really trying to write a limerick. Just continuing this week's hat/tip mode, and this year's jail mode.
Yesterday I berated
my stupid failure to master the useful skills available in Mansfield's curriculum. Nevertheless, jail taught me a GIANT PILE OF FACTS about how the world works. I've discussed the biggest fact often.
There were some smaller learnings as well.
I had started smoking a pipe in college because it was "cool" and "intellectual". In jail I learned that tobacco is an important preserver of sanity. It may shorten your life by a few years, but it helps to prevent early suicide. Contrasted to alcohol, which shortens your life by a few decades and CAUSES both early suicide and early homicide.
I hadn't started drinking coffee before jail. My mother's coffee, like her cooking, was horrible. I couldn't imagine why anyone would want to drink such atrocious stuff.
The Wood County Jail changed my view of coffee. The sheriff's wife made the coffee and some of the food for the jail, providing a little extra income for the sheriff's family. Fortunately the "good government" monsters were not active in Ohio at that time.
Mrs Rife's coffee was HEAVENLY. Deep, rich, oily, comforting. A day in jail was always awful, but starting the day with Mrs Rife's coffee made it a little less awful.
And of course the coffee habit is purely healthy, as even the "medical" racket has finally been forced to admit. Coffee isn't exactly nutritious, but it's all benefit and no risk.
So thanks, Mrs Rife! You improved my life. I'm sure you've been gone for many years, but maybe some younger Rifes will read this appreciation.
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