Trying to Navigate the Middle of the Road
As I continuously creep closer to senility, I tend to think about the past more. For the last week or so I keep thinking back to the things adults would tell us that just weren’t true. Yes, it’s true, our parents told us lies. Now I’m sure they had their reasons, and some of them may have even been legitimate, but they were lies nevertheless. Here are some of the ones I remember.
Here is a post I pulled out of my draft pile.
Back in the late seventies or maybe the early eighties, Billy Joel had a song titled “Scenes From an Italian Restaurant”. Unfortunately, I don’t have any Italian Restaurants near me so I can’t describe any scenes from them. I suppose I could go to the nearest chain Italian Restaurant but is that really Italian? We had a nice Italian restaurant here in town, one that had been here for a long time. But the owner passed away recently and now it sits empty, no bottles of red, no bottles of white.
I needed to do something I haven’t had to do in a long, long time Thursday. Something old school. I actually had to talk to someone face-to-face. You know in person. Remember where you have to actually look at someone? I could even have touched the person if I wanted to.
Have you ever thought about where the name of the street you live on came from? I’m not talking about the easy ones like Elm, Maple and Main, but some of the others not so much.
As those of you have read this blog in the past know. I have become somewhat comfortable with using technology. But then, something happens making me shake my head and set me back Yes, as you can tell I had an issue with a piece of technology this week.
So the other day I was driving down Main Street here in “Honest Town” admiring the beautiful architecture and thinking what a place this must have been back in the 1890’s and early 1900’s. Just like many other towns in New England you will see names and building dates on these buildings. Then a sobering thought struck me.
When did mega corporations determine they know what is best for us? Who gave them the right to decide what I want in my automobile, phone, breakfast cereal, etc.? Who are they to decide how I am going to live my life?
Which do you prefer – under or over? From the top or from the bottom? Now get your mind out of the gutter, I am not referring to what you are thinking. Rather I’m curious as to which way you prefer your toilet paper to unroll?
We have a new dog in the house. We couldn’t teach the old dog any new tricks so we ordered a new one.
It’s the first day of fall here in New England. Technically I guess it is the first day of fall everywhere. And a dark, dreary, damp day it has been. It IS one of those days that I tend to get depressed while I am driving to a destination.
