We Javas are all descended from a hearty <i>robusta</i> stock first cultivated in the mountains of Ethiopia. My ancestors came to the New World in 1723, sailing with Gabriel de Clieu and settled in Martinique. The Java you know here today is a unique blend of dark <i>arabicas</i> from the mountains of Columbia, the Santos Estates of Brazil, and an exquisite Polynesian Kona peaberry. ….Huh? Ohhhhh you wanted to speak to the other Java. Keep away! The sow is mine! Yes, I know Java. He is in here too. There never was an Aaron, counselor. We are many in here. Why you do this to me Dimi?
(The phrase "The Power of Christ Compels You!" is overheard repeatedly with growing strength in the background.)
Holy moly! Man it’s hard just to get away from the crowd in there to visit the keyboard once in a while. Hey.....Why’s it so cold in here and where’d that dead priest come from?
Now where were we? The old human Java is a Heinz 57 purebred mutt mix of Swedish, English, and Cree Indian on me pappy’s side and German (Bavarian) and Italian (Roma) from me darlin’ mater’s forebears. Mrs. Java is French, Irish, and German and our javalings were born in Japan. What a mix. Fruitcakes anyone?
I wasn't born in Texas but I got here as fast as I could. <img src="smile.gif" width=15 height=15 align=middle border=0>
Did you do time in Tucson with the 1620 TFG or were you one of my EW counterparts there?
Edited by - java on 12/11/2003 12:00:09 PM