Monday, August 27, 2012

The Demise of the Southern Car Wave



I hear tell there are parts of the country where drivers don’t give each other a cheerful wave as they pass on the road. Since I’ve lived in the South all my life, I think it’s odd when someone drives past and doesn’t wave. I always figured they were from another part of the country and hadn’t learned our ways, yet.

I was big time wrong. Even people who should know better aren’t bothering to wave. Why? Because they’re too gosh darn busy talking on their cell phone.
And not the hands-free talking type of set-up, no, most people have the phone plastered to their ear because the Alabama legislature hasn’t deemed it worthwhile to ban the use of cell phones while driving. Although bless their pea-picking hearts, they did enact a no texting law.

And I appreciate that law tremendously. Who wants to share the road with some driver who is looking at a tiny screen and typing on a tiny keyboard instead of looking at the road, the other cars, the pedestrians, the signs, the bushes and trees, the dog in the road, the motorcyclist changing lanes, the red light up ahead...guess I could go on forever with that list!

Plus, I can’t for the life of me figure out how anyone can use that tiny keyboard while standing still, much less while driving a car.

And they really can’t text and drive or else they wouldn’t be having accidents right and left and there wouldn’t be any “distracted driver” statistics for the news.

Some folks have invented a compromise and wave their pinkie at you as they drive past. That way they can keep right on talking, wave and have one hand on the wheel. 

I like the part about them having one hand on the wheel so I’m not going to tell them that pinkie wave ain’t much of a howdy-do wave.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Lock Up Your Tide!


I couldn’t believe the headline, “Tide Thieves Clean Up!” Apparently, detergent has become a hot commodity in theft rings. Bad enough they’re stealing copper from rural church air conditioners, now they’re after my favorite laundry detergent. What’s the world coming to when criminals start stealing detergent instead of jewelry?

It’s come to being expensive to live in, that’s what. Seems the high cost of cleaning products have made them a hot commodity. Never thought I’d live to see the day when people thought stealing Tide was a money maker.

Not that detergent is the only target. Everything from razor blades to infant formula is on their shopping list. And you can forget the  idea these people are selling their loot out of the trunk of a car or at a flea market. Oh no, these guys are up to snuff and then some. They’re using the Internet to “e-fence” their loot. And this ain’t no small potatoes stealing and unloading, we’re talking about as much as $30 billion in retail losses every year!

Makes my head swim. 

Obviously, this is not your neighborhood kleptomaniac. No reason to act surprised when I say organized crime has gotten involved. No surprise either when I ask "who pays for the $30 billion loss?" Why, good little shoppers like you and me who don’t steal. Folks who are already stretching their budgets to supersonic thin are getting caught in the middle.

As usual.

Here’s an idea: How about instead of the big cleaning companies paying all that money in losses, why don’t they lower prices? That way, customers won’t have to pay so much for cleaning products and the mob won’t be interested in stealing stuff that has no re-sale market.

Sounds like a win-win to me.

Friday, August 10, 2012

Back to Blogging


Sam says if I’m gonna have a blog, then I need to blog! And I say, sometimes life gets in the way and blogging falls off the to do list. Being retired means you get to do stuff when you want, without the pressure of having to do something yesterday. And while I love all the newfangled electronic gadgets, I don’t go around with my nose stuck in the computer all day long. Been there, done that, now retired.

Then Sam went and said how much he missed reading my weekly column in the Tassanoxie Sentinel which is why he convinced me to try this blogging idea in the first place. So now, how can I not blog more frequently? I have to admit, it was nice of him to say that.

I decided to make a "mid-year’s resolution" to try and write on a regular basis. It shouldn’t be that hard, not after all the years of newspaper writing I did while under a deadline. And it’s not like I have to write about a Rotary Club meeting or goings on at the local school board. I get to write about anything I want. 

So I will.