Thursday, April 3, 2008

A Different Kind of Drug Problem

The following is a statement of answers to many of the ills of modern times. This was published in newspapers around the country.
The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question, "Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?"
I replied, I had a drug problem when I was young: I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather. I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity. I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and cockleburs out of dad's fields. I was drug to the homes of family, friends and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood, and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.
Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in every­thing I do, say, or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin: and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem. America would be a better place.
God bless the parents who drugged us.

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The Praying Mantis

Mom enjoys riding her new-to-her bike. It is a BMW R1150R Rockster model. She rides to school and back home again most days. She is a hero to her students on campus because she is a motorhead!! You go, girl!!

The Praying Mantis

The Praying Mantis
Mom's bike

San Francisco Trip - 2007

During our trip last summer to San Francisco and eventually to San Diego, we took a day ride around the Castro Valley area to a scenic area known as Mount Diablo State Park. I distracted Barbara as we were maneuvering the switch back roads on our way down from the peak. Barbara endured a slow speed accident resulting in a few broken ribs, a broken clavical, and a punctured lung. She spent 10 glorious days in the John Muir Medical Center in Walnut Creek. She has survived to ride again. She got back in the saddle and has ridden to school already this year.

The Rider - Before

The Rider - Before
Before the accident!!

The Rider - After

The Rider - After
After the accident!!