IJMC - Nuke'n'Pave, Baby

Ok, here is an oldie but goodie...I am tired. Something about being awake
at 2am when I have to be up for work at 8am. And I was up for work at 8am
last night. Oh well. As a co-worker stated through his t-shirt today,
"I'll sleep when I'm dead." At least I can still crank 'em out. Shouts out
to Critter, who gave me the idea I needed to bring the list back to
life. And fer the rest of ya? All in good time...                    -dave





Dirt Roads.....by Paul Harvey

What's mainly wrong with society today is that too many Dirt Roads have
been paved. There's not a problem in America today: crime, drugs,
education, divorce, delinquency, that wouldn't be remedied if we just had
more Dirt Roads because Dirt Roads give character.

People who live at the end of Dirt Roads learn early on that life is a
bumpy ride. That it can jar you right down to your teeth sometimes, but
it's worth it if at the end is home...a loving spouse, happy kids and a
dog.

We wouldn't have near the trouble with our educational system if our kids
got their exercise walking a Dirt Road with other kids from whom they
learn how to get along.

There was less crime in our streets before they were paved. Criminals
didn't walk two dusty miles to rob or rape if they knew they'd be welcomed
by 5 barking dogs and a double barrel shotgun. And there were no drive by
shootings.

Our values were better when our roads were worse!

People did not worship their cars more than their kids and motorists were
more courteous; they didn't tailgate by riding the bumper; the guy in
front would choke you with dust and bust your windshield with rocks.

Dirt Roads taught patience.

Dirt Roads were environmentally friendly, you didn't hop in your car for a
quart of milk you walked to the barn for your milk. For your mail, you
walked to the mail box.

What if it rained and the Dirt Road got washed out?

That was the best part; you stayed home and had some family time, roasted
marshmallows and popped popcorn and pony rides on Daddy's shoulders ...
and you learned how to make prettier quilts than anybody else.

At the end of Dirt Roads, you soon learned that bad words tasted like
soap.

Most paved roads lead to trouble, Dirt Roads more likely lead to a fishing
creek or a swimming hole. At the end of a Dirt Road, the only time we even
locked our car was in August, because if we didn't some neighbor would
fill it with too much zucchini.

At the end of a Dirt Road, there was always extra springtime income, from
when city dudes would get stuck, you'd have to hitch up a team and pull
them out. Usually you got a dollar ... always you got a new friend... at
the end of a Dirt Road!