Some of my ancestors were not very good looking or bright. Genealogy provides some assurance of those facts. One of my ancestors came across the plains in a covered wagon. When I looked at an old photograph of him, I understood why the wagon was covered.
He was not only unattractive, he also wasn't very smart. He organized a loan company, loaned out $2 million and skipped town.
He organized his own mafia. He tied his victims together by their heads and shot them in the hands.
He was told to blow up a car and burned his mouth on the tailpipe.
His mother would tie a pork chop around his neck so the dog would play with him.
For Christmas, his parents gave him a toy train with three miles of straight track.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
We need...DIRT ROADS!
What's mainly wrong with society today is that too many DIRT ROADS have been paved.
There's not a problem in America today - crime, drugs, education, divorce, delinquency that wouldn't be remedied, if we just had more DIRT ROADS.
DIRT ROADS have character. People that live at the end of DIRT ROADS learn early on that life is a bumpy ride. That is can jar you right down to your teeth sometimes, but it's worth it if at the end is home, a loving spouse, happy kids and a dog.
We wouldn't have near the trouble with our educational system if our kids got their exercise walking a DIRT ROAD with other kids, from whom they learn how to get along.
There was less crime in our streets before they were paved. Criminals didn't walk two dusty miles to rob or rape, if they knew they would be welcomed by five barking dogs and a double-barreled shotgun.
And there were no drive-by shootings. Our values were better when our roads were worse.
People did not worship their cars more than their kids, and motorists were more courteous.They didn't tailgate by riding the bumper or the guy is front would choke you with dust and bust your windshield with rocks. DIRT ROADS taught patience.
DIRT ROADS were environmentally friendly. You didn't hop in your car for a quart of milk. You walked to the barn for milk. For your mail, you walked to the mailbox.
What if it rained and the DIRT ROAD got washed out? That was the best part. Then you stayed home and had some family time, roasted marshmallows and popped popcorn and pony rides on daddy's shoulders and learned how to make prettier quilts than anybody.
At the end of DIRT ROADS, you soon learned that bad words tasted like soap.
Most paved roads lead to trouble. DIRT ROADS more likely lead to a fishing creek or a swimming hole.
At the end of a DIRT ROAD, the only time we even locked our car was in August, because if we didn't some neighbor would fill it with too much zucchini.
There's not a problem in America today - crime, drugs, education, divorce, delinquency that wouldn't be remedied, if we just had more DIRT ROADS.
DIRT ROADS have character. People that live at the end of DIRT ROADS learn early on that life is a bumpy ride. That is can jar you right down to your teeth sometimes, but it's worth it if at the end is home, a loving spouse, happy kids and a dog.
We wouldn't have near the trouble with our educational system if our kids got their exercise walking a DIRT ROAD with other kids, from whom they learn how to get along.
There was less crime in our streets before they were paved. Criminals didn't walk two dusty miles to rob or rape, if they knew they would be welcomed by five barking dogs and a double-barreled shotgun.
And there were no drive-by shootings. Our values were better when our roads were worse.
People did not worship their cars more than their kids, and motorists were more courteous.They didn't tailgate by riding the bumper or the guy is front would choke you with dust and bust your windshield with rocks. DIRT ROADS taught patience.
DIRT ROADS were environmentally friendly. You didn't hop in your car for a quart of milk. You walked to the barn for milk. For your mail, you walked to the mailbox.
What if it rained and the DIRT ROAD got washed out? That was the best part. Then you stayed home and had some family time, roasted marshmallows and popped popcorn and pony rides on daddy's shoulders and learned how to make prettier quilts than anybody.
At the end of DIRT ROADS, you soon learned that bad words tasted like soap.
Most paved roads lead to trouble. DIRT ROADS more likely lead to a fishing creek or a swimming hole.
At the end of a DIRT ROAD, the only time we even locked our car was in August, because if we didn't some neighbor would fill it with too much zucchini.
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