Frontier Thesis Run Amok?

Sitting here tonight composing a letter on a computer, not pen and paper, to be transmitted over a cable system that has since swallowed about a dozen or so smaller systems, while I hear all around me about billions spent on bridges by jurisdictions having no money on a community that has long since deindustrialized and not recovered while planners frantically scramble to slice and dice the once thriving remnants of neighborhoods into smaller and smaller compartmentalized areas divided by asphalt and concrete.  When is it time to stop, look about and say no more?  If this is progress, I fail to see it.

A Strange Encounter with the Courier-Journal During the Past 24 Hours

Friday Reflections

 

It has been about a month since unplugging from the CJ.   Since then I received the usual flood of calls pleading for me to ressubscribe.  Yesterday, I received an email offering the promise of $250 if I would participate in a 2.5 hrs. Focus group. Well and good I would have done so for free.  Called the number and the other end put me on hold and finally went to menu. Called once more and voice said we ‘DON’T REALLY NEED YOU”.  Well file it way.  However received another call while writing thi snote, to which the voice replied I was told to follow up.   The conversation ended when  told once again, “ We really don’t need you”.  Unplugging was the  right decision.    

Celebrating the Old Ways My Grandparents "Dee and Gram"

Minnie Estelle and Henry Walker West June 1916

Some 50 years later mid 1960's


 Rediscovered these photos this morning.  Sort of jumped out at me with remembrances of by gone days.  Notice the similarity of poses after 50 years.  Sitting and standing, but always SIDE BY SIDE. Gram and Dee's as we all called them rather than grandma and granddad WWI generation parented Americas' Greatest Generation the men and women of WWII.  They have been gone nearly 40 years now but how their memory lives on.  Simple lives with kind, generous, stern but  loving hearts to the end.