Rows and flows of angel hair, and ice cream castles in the air, and feather canyons everywhere.
I’ve looked at clouds that way. – Both Sides Now – 1967 – Judy Collins
Welcome to Drivel Over Coffee. The Drivel rambles through this thing called life, stopping here and there for reflection, an enlightenment, some storytelling, and a touch of humor perhaps. Oh yes, an occasional rant. All the while my brain reverberates with the best music in the world – The ‘60’s and early 70’s. Yep – Lost in The Sixties. Remember, the brave kids who made this land free for you.
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A man posted on his Facebook account the sports car that he had just bought and how a man approached and told him that the money used to buy this car could’ve fed thousands of less fortunate people. His response to this man made him famous on the internet. Here it is, think about it.
A guy looked at my Corvette the other day and said, “I wonder how many people could have been fed for the money that sports car cost.” I replied I am not sure;
- it fed a lot of families in Bowling Green, Kentucky who built it,
- it fed the people who make the tires,
- it fed the people who made the components that went into it,
- it fed the people in the copper mine who mined the copper for the wires,
- it fed people in Decatur IL. at Caterpillar who make the trucks that haul the copper ore.
- it fed the trucking people who hauled it from the plant to the dealer
- and fed the people working at the dealership and their families.
BUT,… I must admit, I guess I really don’t know how many people it fed.
That is the difference between capitalism and welfare mentality. When you buy something, you put money in people’s pockets and give them dignity for their skills.
When you give someone something for nothing, you rob them of their dignity and self-worth. Capitalism is freely giving your money in exchange for something of value. Socialism is taking your money against your will and shoving something down your throat that you never asked for.
Well, where did the humidity go? Don’t tell me, I don’t really care except I want to go the opposite direction. Wow, do I hate the hot and humid Iowa weather. Didn’t mind it in my younger years. Probably because I was so much lighter and more physically fit. One way I coped this past summer was by playing ‘Summer Santa’ around the neighborhood we moved into. My current wife did not really appreciate the way I introduced us to the association, but I knew they would remember me at least. I couldn’t get a picture of her in her little elf costume unfortunately. She wouldn’t stand still long enough for me to get her focused. Maybe this was on purpose.
Being old just doesn’t seem to have much of an upside does it though? Wiser? I don’t think so. Summer Santa should be proof that I’m not wiser. You see there is a brief moment around the age 67 or 68, varies by individual, where you are wiser and older. But it is brief. Maybe even milliseconds. Shortly thereafter, the memory begins to fade. Slowly at first but gains momentum like the old steam locomotives. Here I am at age 72 and I feel as though I am close to being dumber than a stump.
Yes, I am retired and have all this time on my hands. What do I do with this time? Everything I liked to do over my lifetime is not relevant anymore. For instance, I loved to build model cars and airplanes. My fingers are so fat and not nearly nimble enough to maneuver those small parts. My eyesight is bad so seeing the fine detail is problematic. So that is out. I enjoyed various gym sports such as handball, racket ball, Ping-Pong, basketball etc. Legs are gone, stamina doesn’t exist. Well there are lots of other things out to do but I am beginning to draw a focus on things such as card games, tidily winks, horseshoes, shuffleboard and pickup sticks. I used to tell people that I spend my time contemplating my navel.
But first up for me will be Hurling. I signed up for an adult class at the local community college. I figured shoot. I love to eat. How hard will it be to take that to the next level and hurl. Now I have hurled many times. However, I didn’t know there is actual competition of the art, so I was anxious to learn. I was somewhat curious as to why the class was being held at the ice arena. No big deal it is not too far away. The first night of class was, how shall I say, a rude awakening. It seems I was the only one there with a walking stick and overweight. We grouped together and moved out onto the ice. I thought this was really odd. I mean I have hurled in strange places but never on an ice rink. The next I know a guy is demonstrating something by sliding on a knee pushing a big stone thingie. Wow, when does he hurl, I’m thinking? The guy next to me asks how I like ‘curling’? Oh, boy, I believe my bifocals let me down. The class was ‘Curling’ not ‘Hurling’. Well, shall we say I backed out as graciously as I could, got a refund and went to plan B immediately. Plan B is yet to be determined.
…….. Well my friends, there you have it as told by yours truly to you all. Thanks for allowing me back into your day, if only for a brief time. It is always an honor. If I can make at least one-person smile, laugh till they leak, or maybe spit out a drink, my day was not wasted. Until we meet again – “TA!”
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