Out in the Ditches

Perhaps I’m sounding like a broken record when mentioning how beautiful it was outdoors the entire day, and you can bet I found every reason to linger a little longer when out and about in its grandeur.  Just so I could enjoy even more fresh air and clear skies, I allowed myself to listen to an older gentleman berate our City in every fashion, starting with the influx of people coming from the Rustbelt, to the willful wasting of money by pumping it like it were blood into that dying old man Southbridge Mall who already has one foot in the grave.  Oh well, I did try not to listen while enjoying the weather.

As far as my office was concerned, it was a bit of an offish day when that’s all I was doing was prepping for tomorrow and Friday’s workload, sending emails, and answering phone calls.  The remainder of my time was spent paying bills and reviewing files.

Around mid-morning a customer of mine sent me some photos of where some very naughty monkey tenants are dumping their garbage on private property.  Ugh!  It makes me wonder sometimes if all the many have lost their sense of shame, because I wouldn’t even consider dumping garbage and old furniture on either public or private lands.  It’s so much of an insult to humanity and Mother Nature.

You can be sure our Downtown would have all the more waste on its streets and sidewalks if there weren’t that older couple who walk around our Downtown every Sunday morning with plastic grocery bags, and picking up nearly everything you can imagine.  I think its great they’re doing it, but it seems to be a lost cause unless there’s some awakening of senses with those who’re doing the throwing.  I don’t even want to think about how many times I’ve picked up refuse left by others at both the front of my office’s block, as well as at the rear.  Like I said to a gentleman today, “I swear there’s a broad generation of people who must’ve been orphans who raised themselves in back alleys.”

I’m having another public open house at 415 – 1st St. SE this coming Saturday, and I’m hoping there’ll be a good turnout since it’s Labor Day Weekend.  I’m still very surprised that home hasn’t sold, but I guess its buyers haven’t yet arrived on the scene.  There’ve been a fair amount of showings on it, which leaves me to believe it’s priced within its range.  Hopefully there’ll be a buyer arrive this Saturday who’ll fall in “like” with it.

I noticed a school bus out this morning, which was telling me our children are back in school.  At one corner stood this little blonde-headed boy with a puzzled look on his face after a school bus driver said something to him, and the drove off.  I think he must’ve been thinking it was his bus.  I was a bit surprised one of his parents wasn’t standing there with him because he appeared too young to be standing on that particular corner all by himself.

I’m sure many just take for granted the time of year school starts and ends, but there were reasons back over a hundred years ago why the school year was set up as we now know it.  In those days, summer’s off wasn’t the case at all, because nearly all children had their summer work schedules cut out for them by their parents before their summer recess began.  We must remember that back before 1900, there were a whole heck of a lot of farm children, and their parents needed every day of free labor they could get out of them before they had to go back to school.

Most don’t know that not so long ago, it was OK for students to just go thru the 8th grade, and nearly all of those who stopped at the 8th, were strapping farm boys who were all the more needed on their parents’ “working” farms.  Over the years I’ve heard people talk about how this or that person was only able to finish the 8th grade, and whenever I heard that put-down of sorts, I oft times would’ve liked to have said, “It wasn’t that they weren’t capable, it was because their parents insisted.”  Isn’t it funny how we so quickly judge another’s supposed life choices without stepping back and looking at the whole picture?

Just recently I read an obituary of an exceptionally successful man who was only a graduate of the 8th grade, but went on to become a financial pillar.  It makes a person wonder if he would’ve done more, or possibly less if he’d gone thru the 12th grade, or even took in another four years of college.

I’m sure many of you know others who’ve done very well with little formal education, which leaves us with the thought that no matter how much we fill our brains with knowledge, it becomes useless until it’s applied.  You can be sure I know many who like to spit out dogmatic rules and regulations from their comfortable office chairs, yet never having been out in the ditches of real life.  Isn’t it curious how meritocracy works?

Tonight’s one-liner is:  If you can’t see an example of what you could be, you really aren’t going to have that extra incentive to break thru any types of barriers.

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