I must be getting old, as a bit of wind heads our way in the Boston area, we are supposed to head for the hills. I could see if you lived on the shore in the way of the Atlantic surge but what has happened to the hardy New Englander? I suppose it has something to do with the political leadership these days led by Obama’s mini me Governor Deval Patrick, running around chicken little style squeaking the sky is falling. I suppose it has something to do with the possibility to be without electricity for a day or two, too bad some might miss an episode of Dance Moms, or the Voice.
It is times like these when we should get down on our knees and be thankful for the beautiful lives we are lucky enough to live. There was a time when people spent dawn to dusk in the field, or in a factory. There was a time that the economy was so depressed people did anything they could for food, there was WW I and WW II. People used to know how to weather a storm, you prepared, you worked, you cleaned up afterwards.
I’m sure after the storm there will be people who are affected, but most will be fine, most will be inconvenienced, and most will whine about it. I suppose it is not the bit of wind from the storm that bothers me the most. I suppose it is the bit of wind from politicians that has me upset. Ah well, sorry for the rant, hope you and yours are well.
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