Thursday, October 30, 2008

Oooooooo Spooky Shit.... Eh' Kids?


I've been found out! Some time ago, a family member from California goggling for P.O.W. pix and information on my Dad's P.O.W. experience came upon my blog posts. So, for over a year many of them have been coming on to read my rants and raves. There is a good deal of information on my general distaste for them as a whole. There is a lot of self examination and bearing of my soul. It is kind of like your brother and sisters and your extended family seeing you naked.
So have a little consideration, huh? Go read something else.

My Neighbor is Free

My neighbor believes in freedom. He is free to have the biggest eyesore in the neighborhood. He is free to destroy the sidewalk and make it his own private driveway. He is free to have a forty foot flagpole in his front yard that is illuminated from atop his house. He is free to have his light shine on my house. He is free to alienate his children due to his beliefs and attitude. He is free to have the loudest voice in a crowd. He is free to tell people that he was in Vietnam when he was not. He is free to think that he is a good American. The "real" America. He is free to camouflage his boat, his bike, his truck. He is free to have dogs that lived their lives at the end of a six foot chain.
I always thought of freedom as being, "Do what you will but harm ye none." And I guess that he does too. After all, he has not shot at me with one of his many guns.
Perhaps I am influenced by such as my ex-P.O.W. Dad, who was not impressed in the least by my neighbor's military worship. Or perhaps by my two daughter's boyfriends that have both served in Iraq and that just look at him and shake their heads.
And the glitch is, I like him. I respect many of his talents. I know that he has a great distaste for me. And I know that he has spread the cement of my dislike onto others. And I am quite certain that his wife who works (and lives) for the town newspaper has also helped to spread his cement of my dislike. But they are a good pair. Her hypocrisy in her columns has been head scratching to say the least.
Many months ago I subverted some plans that were very important to him. I did so not out of spite or malice but out of a sincere belief that he was not the man that he represented himself to be. I am still paying for that. It's subtle, passive-aggressive, and in ways that I will not share with you.
Yes, my neighbor is free. And good for him...

Monday, October 20, 2008

Chaos Theory

By the time that you reach your fifties you find that you have made many friends and hopefully very few enemies. I often think of the Beatles lyrics;

There are places I'll remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All this places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life, I've loved them all .


Today is my Granddaughter's birthday. She is four. I received a call from my high school buddy tonight and after much conversation it came up that today would have been his 35th wedding anniversary. I never put the two dates together. I could hear the break in his voice. His wife and my friend, passed away last November. We made plans to go out tomorrow night. I cried when I got off the phone. I know that he was reaching out and I was glad that he felt that he could call me and talk about it. This is one of the few friendships that I try and maintain....and I suck at it.

I looked back on my posts from those days when she entered the hospital and we were so hopeful. Its amazing how much her passing changed things. There are dynamics. Group dynamics. Balance. Remember chaos theory?
Yeah, that's it.



Saturday, October 11, 2008

In my fridge I have an assortment of mustard, a bottle of ketchup, hot sauce, soy sauce and three sticks of butter. There is also a half empty bottle of Sunny-D and a half bag of catnip. The freezer contains ice of course, and a bag of hot peppers. Quite a contrast; ice and hot peppers. But thats it. Thats all you will find in there.
In my cupboard and kitchen cabinets you will find spices and four cans of cheddar cheese soup. There is a box of pasta and two cans of tuna. So there is hope for the week. My mortgage is due in three days and I'm fifty dollars short. I'll borrow that and repay from my next pay check in two weeks. My low fuel/no fuel light has been on for several days so I will need to borrow a few bucks there too!
I'm not whining. I am echoing the experience of many people. Its not coming people! For many of us it's already here. And it has been for quite a while.
While we have felt the pain of losing high paying jobs, we consider ourselves fortunate to find other jobs at all. While we were plant managers, department heads or long term employees, we earned a moderate wage. Nothing too large. Forty, fifty or perhaps sixty thousand a year. Now we work for the local prep school that imports kids from across the world. Because it is a school, they pay no tax to the town for their multi million dollar hockey rink or the many homes that they own around town. The kids that come here are from Korea, Japan, parts of Europe and from some of the elite familes of the U.S. Many of these kids have an allowance that is at least equal to what the employees for the school earn each week. Many people that work the kitchen, clean up the dorms and repair the buildings and clean the grounds earn less than twelve dollars an hour. The teachers, they're imports too. Although I know one couple that moved to town a few years ago and have now become members of the teaching faculty. I'm really happy for them. She's an art teacher and he is a writer/journalist.
I work for the local hardware store. Others have found employment with the town driving truck for local road repair and other such tasks around here. The majority of our streetlights are off at night making for a hard time when you need to walk somewhere. The town cannot afford to light them. But being true to the nature of things though, the town manager, who lives out of town, makes a wage equal to that of the State Governor. And lets not forget the Police Chief who also lives outside of the town limits. He makes a great wage too.
There is money out there. We see it all around us. Its just out of our reach. And it appears that it may stay that way for a while. I stock the hardware shelves every week and see prices going up each week. Week in and week out, the prices climb and my wage looks smaller and smaller.
I was glad that some employees of AIG were able to take a spa vacation after the stress of the bailout. I'm sure that they earned it. I don't begrudge them that. But I'm just looking to have some gas in my tank, some food in my fridge. Nothing extravegant. I'm not sure where I'm going to find it and I am none too confident that things are not going to get worse. I just hope that if things do get worse, I will begin to reap some of the reward of trickle down economics and some of the compassion from our compassionate conservatives. And I have great faith in the faith-based programs that have been established to help us through these hard economic times. My daughter's boyfriend, a two tour of duty veteran, has just resigned for the reserves. It will bring them in a little more money a month. It will require one weekend a month and two weeks a year from him. Unless he gets called up to Iraq again. There's always that chance. So see, there is opportunity and hope out there. You just have to look a little harder to try and find it.
Thats all.

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