Jo's Vegan Cafe

Welcome to Jo's Vegan Cafe

Hello friends: I’m Jo, and this is the website for my many organically grown produce businesses. At each of my over 200 Jo’s Vegan Cafe locations, we serve only organically grown fruits and vegetables. In our attached Farmer’s Markets, we provide produce you can take home. Our large selection of vitamins and CBD products are available at each location.

Every carrot, radish, squash, grape, potato, and apple are grown on my many farms here in the USA, and down at my home in Colombia. We provide the same quality of products year-round, since all of our farms are indoor rack farms. Our Texas farms are located on land that is considered desert. Rack farming uses less than 10% of the water needed by open land farming methods.

Back in 1915, I migrated to the great State of Texas with a close friend for high school, then for college. By the summer of 1923 two masters’ degrees completed, 1 in agriculture, 1 in business, and a doctorate in Engineering. Late 1923 is when my father Juan Jones, let me take over management of his Colombian flower growing business, and the family’s coffee plantations. With a little extra money I’d saved, I bought 1,000 acres of Texas desert containing 300 oil wells. The area went pretty cheap since there are no natural sources for water within 20 miles. After locating a large underground aquifer, the natural thing to do was call a business associate down south to come up and sink a couple deep water wells.

Two nearby small towns were running short on water, so my resource development company added several large pumps and pipelines. Now, we sell water to ten towns and several industries. My father taught me to share with your neighbors, when you have more than you need. Oil or petroleum is a high profit business and has made me a lot of money to expand my other businesses, and to be able to help other business owners for a small share of their profits. Flowers, produce, and coffee delivered to many chains of retailers world-wide keeps me and my expanding staff of quality workers busy.

When you acquire 300 oil wells and have 1,000 acres, you drill 700 more wells. Having a degree in Agriculture, I experimented with a process for using less water and growing more produce per acre. Greenhouses using acrylic panels were built on vacant ground left between my oil wells.

I started with 5 shelves high, the roof of each greenhouse was covered solar transmission material. The power generated was used to light the interior as bright as day and for the small motors used to rotate the shelves. Excess power is stored in a large battery magazine powering my nearby home and office complex. Friends from many places helped me get my ideas organized. They have helped me get the products and technology needed to make everything work efficiently and showing a consistent profit.

My father was in charge of 100 transports being used to deliver food and supplies to mining camps. Antarctica, various areas of Africa, and the deep underwater developments such as Atlantis. There are many things about this planet that the public has no idea even exist. Our people have always been good at feasibility development. Making all things work together with little to no waste. Recycling all parts leftover from processing to construct new products that would otherwise go to the garbage.

Today, my indoor rack farms produce over 20 times the produce of a ten-acre plot in the same land space. We only use 10% of the water needed for open ground farming. There is little to no evaporation because everything is enclosed, while the fish we raise provide needed nutrients for the soil. Our indoor rack farms grow plants 24 hours a day/12 months a year. With our acrylic solar-panel roofs we never have to worry about crop damage due to hail or other adverse weather. Grow-light is constant at no cost to our many businesses.

Since 1968, we’ve provided fresh produce and Tilapia fish to the USAF mining camp on Mars, which was a natural expansion. We’ve always supplied our many distribution customers on Mars, Venus, and the research facility on Earth’s lunar body. Economical is the great thing about making our deliveries using the T-132 transports. They use no fuel that has to be replaced, and maintenance is done once a year, just to make sure everything is working properly. Artificial intelligence replaces the need for a large crew on these longer flights, just a pilot, one relief officer, and the technology officer. My father has not recorded one problem in his 150 plus years of supervising his fleet of 100 T-132s.

Since the year 2,000, I’ve started offering franchises to my many enterprising friends. They are able to distribute produce to local merchants at competitive prices, with faster delivery than any competitor.

This is a recent photo of my friend Chara Florez-Jones. She and her husband Arlin are both from Colombia. Now they live in Tulsa where they manage the Midwest Motorcycle Dealers Association. They own 10 Jo’s Vegan Cafe locations within Oklahoma. Chara also sells a large number of motorcycles here in Colombia, and all of South America.

Chara comes to Colombia without her husband, when overseeing a motorcycle delivery of 100 units or more. Thus, she is able to stop by for a meal and just visit several times each year. Her family is from the Barranquilla area; all dead, executed by the Santeria when they stole the family’s emerald mines. Chara running for her life, made her way to Tulsa when she was just 17, with nothing but the clothes on her back. Having no other alternatives, she signed on with the Smith Brothers crime syndicate as a teen prostitute. Arlin Jones was the #2 man in that organization at that time. He decided to spend some serious time with this new recruit, discovering she had unique abilities. She became his personal assistant, and in 1988 they got married.

Arlin is from Medellin, having moved to Tulsa 50 years earlier as a Santeria priest. He saw Chara, deciding she was special, and after spending a great deal of time with her, he arranged for her to get an education. Chara is fluent in three languages: English, Spanish, and Portuguese. They help me manage several of my business interests quite well throughout all of Latin America.

Arlin Jones is also the Director of the North American Heavy Weight Arm Wrestling Federation. They hold competitions several times each year to find the strongest and best in that field. This helps sell more bikes to the participants who are many times already bikers. Chara has been an avid biker herself since 1986. She has a 1939 Indian, converted to the newest Harley V-twin setup with many other upgrades. She looks great on her bike done in black-pearl and saddle-stitched leather.

This is Lisa Monet, the step-mother of Charles Oliveira. When her husband Roberto was murdered in São Paulo over a drug deal that didn’t workout in his favor. She and Charles decided to become business partners, as well as lovers, moving to Buenos Aires, Argentina. They have invested heavily in their produce distribution to local merchants. Lettuce, cabbage, tomatoes, peppers, celery, potatoes, squash of all types, berries of every description, then we tried something new. Corn takes more space, but with the right fertilizer, we tried our methods and made history. Same size production on a dwarf-size plant that takes half the room to grow to full maturity.

They and I have partnered building large ten-acre rack-farms in Chile, Bolivia, and Peru. Together we are the largest fruit producers of cherries, blueberries, grapes, stone fruit, citrus, and kiwifruit. No one else can produce year-round, so USA and European markets are now dominated by our supply system of 2 to 3 hour delivery.

Lisa and I were childhood friends, both moving to Texas in 1915. We shared an apartment while attending high school and college. After college, Lisa moved to Santiago de León de Caracas, where she opened several restaurants over the next few years. Everything went along fine, until someone in the Venezuela government discovered what made her coffee so irresistible. Less pain, better concentration, and several disease strains going into remission from just drinking her unique blend of coffee. She and Charles have no money problems, since her parents left a very large trust for both of their beautiful young daughters.

My father and I bought her eleven restaurants and continued selling her special blend of coffee. I have the largest coffee plantations in South America, and my father works for PSL Holdings, LTD out of Bogota. This got rid of the CBD in the coffee problem, which was never a problem for our customers.

Sometime during the mid-1950s, Lisa got hooked up with Roberto Oliveira, who wanted to invest in her hemp growing enterprise. OK, as long as he didn’t get involved in cocaine or the expanding poppy fields. It didn’t take long to learn he was already doing illegal farming. Back then, nobody really cared how you made a living, so long as you had plenty of cash. 1963, all hell broke loose in Colombia and elsewhere. The Santeria had moved into every country in all of SA, taking whatever, they wanted.

I was already expecting a call from my longtime friend, Roberto was dead, she and Charles needed some quick way out of Brazil. My access to very fast aircraft made removing them out of harms way an easy task. Lisa was a natural for becoming my business associate and she already had major experience running a large business. Charles is a cute man of thirty-some that I’d like to get to know better. Lisa and I shared lovers all through high school and college, and she knows she has nothing to worry about with Charles. Being rich, you can’t just go to bed with anybody, many want to steal what ever they can get away with. I at least need someone who knows what life is like living with an immortal. Lisa made me the offer, remembering the fun we both had in Texas in our younger years.

Lisa and I have always been friends, but her twin sister Rosa Rojas, is now my step-mother. By the time my mother had me, she and my father had split, because he is immortal. She wanted nothing to do with him. Shortly after, she got sick with Pneumonia and was found out on the street where she was living, dead.

As a kid, Rosa was always hanging around my father, doing odd jobs to make some extra money. Wanting to go along on his trips to faraway places. These girls were born in a similar situation as me, except both of her parents were immortal, they just didn’t want the responsibilities that come with having to raise twin baby girls.

My father hired a nanny for me, their parents hired the same woman, so we all three grew up together. Rosa loved using my father’s computers, so he bought her one of her own. Rosa started taking engineering courses from Salem University by the time she was eight. This girl was a technology fanatic, even learning to design with the use of artificial intelligence. As Rosa grew older, it became very clear that my father had grown more than just fond of her. They were together day and night, finally when she turned fifteen on her birthday, they got married in 1916.

Being 100% immortal, Rosa could bring into his life something my real mother never wanted to do. These two have now been married for over 100 years and are together constantly. Rosa has taken pilot’s training, having achieved her license to fly the T-132, making her the youngest pilot ever to attain that rank. The T-132 are the most common transports used within our solar system to deliver freight. No one ever complains about the sexy redhead pilot making their deliveries.

Freight can be delivered in very large quantities with a craft having a diameter of one quarter mile. And with the speed of these craft, produce is always delivered fresh within hours to anywhere we now service. Rosa makes many of the deliveries to Mars, Venus, and the lunar base on Earth’s moon. These deliveries to other planets require use of six or eight T-132 transports flying in a V squad formation. Each location is delivered to on a weekly schedule