Depending on your age, you may or may not remember when it was legal for 18 year olds to drink in bars. I remember though, and it was a very dangerous time for all of us.
Dangerous?Yes! Before the legal drinking age changed from 21 to 18 in the 1970's (with the argument being that "if you're old enough to fight, you're old enough to drink") the atmosphere in bars was more 'adult'. Oh sure, there were still those who were over-served and yes, there were accidents because of it, but when the law changed it seemed like all hell broke loose in the bars and on the roads.
I suppose if I would have been 18 at the time instead of almost 22, I would have thought it was "neat" to be able to go to bars and drink, but looking back at my level of maturity and that of my friends, I can tell you we would have been a car wreck waiting to happen.
Washington, DC - National Transportation Safety Board Acting
Chairman Mark V. Rosenker today expressed his opposition to
recent efforts by some college administrators to repeal 21
"Age 21 drinking laws have been proven time and again
effective in preventing deaths and injuries," said
Rosenker. "Repealing them is a terrible idea. It would be
a national tragedy to turn back the clock and jeopardize the
lives of more teens."
I heartily agree with the NTSB and I hope you will too. We have lost way too many friends and family to drunk drivers as it is. Please, just say "NO" to changing the drinking age to 18.
NASA should have asked me, I could tell them what these clouds are made of...Febreeze! All you nitwits out there that are clogging your nostrils with artificial scents just because your mutt has been stinking up the house are the real culprits. Sheesh! Strange Clouds at the Edge of Space my Aunt Fanny!
Now, go give your dog a bath, wash the rugs, vacuum the couch and open the doors and windows and air out the house.I'll call NASA and tell them it's all your fault. :)It's just another public service I provide.
During our drive over and back to Idaho this last week, we were proud to encounter two opposite ends of the military spectrum: An old veteran, and some of our newest ones.
Heading east, through Snoqualmie Pass we passed a convoy of Army trucks and support vehicles. Most likely they were heading to Yakima to the training area there. Jim and I never said a word to each other, when we saw them, but we both knew what we were going to do. As we passed them, we both waved to every single truck. It was a "thank you" wave, and they all knew we felt that way. Not every vehicle that passed them waved to them (shame on those people!) but you could tell when they did. Each soldier in battle gear was giving us a warm wave back. Nothing more than a slight gesture, but I hope they knew it was accompanied by a silent prayer to keep them safe and well, both here and wherever they might be going in the future.
We were going to visit our friends in Idaho, the husband in the family having just retired after 30 years in the Navy. My husband just retired from working for the Navy, so they have certain common topics of interest. We had a very nice visit and our friend Robert showed us his wheel he had made to display his medals and service stations. The flag in the box has flown over every duty station and ship he has been on, including at the South Pole where he wintered over one year in the 1990's.
But Robert is not the "old veteran" referred to in the title of this post. Instead, he was a man we saw in the restaurant in Orofino. As we were about half way through our lunch this gentleman came in the restaurant and was seated a couple tables away from us facing the Clearwater River, as we were. He had on a ball cap but with my limited vision I couldn't make out what it said for sure. I did see a ship on it (I thought it said Callahan?), and some writing, but the angle at which the man was sitting made it hard to read. I didn't want to seem like I was staring. If it was the O'Callahan, then he might not have been a WWII vet, but a later one. I am so bad at judging ages these days.
I told Jim what I had seen and that the man was having coffee and a dessert. It was later in the afternoon, so it might have just been something to tide him over until dinner. In any case, it popped in my head to tell our waiter to add that man's bill to ours, and so when the waiter came back to check on us, that's what I told him. I had asked him if the man was a WWII veteran and he said "I don't know". Inwardly, I was a bit incredulous that in these times of nothing sacred that the waiter hadn't even taken in the writing on the man's cap, but no matter. We finished our lunch and left knowing that we might have made a nice man smile that day. Our waiter told us as we left that he would tell the man it was us. I really didn't care. I love doing stuff like that for people when we can.
On our way back west, again in the area of the pass, we saw a different group of soldiers, this time in desert colored vehicles. Our actions were the same (waving), and their reactions were too. But one soldier sticks in my mind. A young guy near the top of a turret raised his right arm in recognition of our waves. That was what made me cry. So young, so proud, and appreciative of our acknowledgment of their service.
Admittedly, I am a bleeding heart Patriot, and proud of it. And very proud of those who have served or are currently serving our country. Semper Fidelis! (our son is a prior service Marine).
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I was having kind of a "tired" fibro day today, but I had to do some grocery shopping so when we got to Fred Meyer I just pulled out the old shopping list and proceeded down each aisle, making sure I didn't forget anything (of course, I did). I was just about done when I decided to go over to the greeting card aisle and try to find a card for my husband.
Since it was Friday, the store was a little crowded, even though it was well before most people get off work. Some must be on vacation or something though because my encounter was with Mr. Rudeness and his four children. I try to be polite in grocery stores, and say excuse me nicely if someone is blocking an aisle, as this man and his children were doing. My voice doesn't always carry though, so I said it twice, but it was only after this cretin came out of his coma did he notice me and tell his children to 'move'.
I proceeded into the aisle and thought no more about it, but as I passed him he said loud enough for everyone in the aisle to hear, including his children, "All you had to say was "move""! Somehow, I knew he was going to say something to me. Maybe it's my face that angers people, or the look on it. I try not to let my feelings show, but maybe I did. I was probably thinking what a dumb man he was who was lost in his own world, oblivious to anyone else. Anyway, I was still shocked that he should have said anything, but my reply was "I said "excuse me, twice"". I don't remember what his reply was, but he seemed to have some sort of chip on his shoulder and I wasn't going to knock it off. I told him he was rude, and he replied, "No, you are!". At that, I turned away and went about looking for a greeting card. By the way, I would never tell anyone to "move" in a store, much less a child.
I was still in the same area of the greeting cards, but in another aisle when here the guy comes again. For an instant, I was kind of scared. I mean, was he going to hit me or something? He didnt' have his kids with him (too bad) so I didn't know what to expect. He came close to me and said, "Ma'am, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.". I looked at him as sincerely as I could and just smiled slightly, and said, "Thank you". If I had said anything more to him, who knows where it could have led. I appreciated the apology, all the while thinking it would have been bigger of him to do it in front of his kids, but sometimes you just have to be content with what you get.
In this day and age, I am leery of people even in stores. He was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, so he couldn't easily have been carrying a gun or anything, but it still makes you think twice about confrontations. It did me anyway.
Are people rude like this in places where you shop? How do you handle it? Do you think people are more rude than they used to be?
Have you been playing WordScraper on Facebook? Once Scrabulous went away (under threat of lawsuits, or some such muck) they came back with WordScraper and I have been playing it with a couple friends this week. Do you like it? It is a little different than the original game, but not much.
Click on the link I have here and check it out! Heck, challenge me to a game. I am pretty slow, but a willing victim.
We have thousands of American Indians living in impoverished conditions in this country, and yet our President has the audacity to go to China and condemn their human rights offenses?? Take a look at this modern day home on a Navajo reservation and you tell me that our Bush couldn't do something about this? Isn't it time to stop punishing the First Ones and help them live with dignity and honor, not to mention better health? I am ashamed that this is happening in my country. Do you see that white stuff on the ground in this picture? That's SNOW, with cardboard walls. Yeah, some great country we are!
I don't hear McCain touting the need to close our borders and deport the illegal aliens so we can stop paying for their health care and education. I haven't heard Obama talk about it either, and yet it is a major problem in this country RIGHT NOW. You hear all about how Maria the maid does such good work, or her sister Carlita is such a good nanny, but do you think about the Mexican gangs that have come along to this country?
Do you understand that the gangs head right for the Indian reservations and sell their dope to the Indians and get them hooked? How do they do that? They find Indian girlfriends, get them hooked, and in order to pay for their habits the women have to work somewhere. In your home, your motel, any service industry. Indian, Mexican, Central American, etc., you name, it, they come here and feast on the bounty that American working taxpayers shell out each payday.
I don't hold out much hope for this country until we take it back. One fence along the border at a time. One ousted dirty politician at a time. The taxes are bleeding us dry and all we worry about is China's human rights offenses? Look to home first Mr. Bush. Oh, I forgot, you don't care about this country and never will. You are a man who belongs to the Skull and Bones Society and they most likely DO have the skull of Geronimo. Brings us full circle, doesn't it? Why should anyone be surprised at the hypocrisy?
Mommy and Daddy were going somewhere, and just in case it was the Vet's office, I made sure to hide where no one would find me: under my cushion in the chair. Mommy pulled back the cushion a bit to take this picture. False alarm! I got my furz in a dither for nothing! They were going somewhere without me.