Rounding Third ………………..


Okay, my friends, this is a deadline beater. I got a little behind with the Monday holiday—and my golfing schedule. One tends to get in the way of the other. My wife and I disagree on which is which. Anyway, I wrote this a while back about those hard-headed people we all know. I can be one at times, but I try not to be.

It’s a tough old world—especially today—and trying to do everything your way or no way, is a losing proposition. When my friend, Len, asked me how I manage to write these columns, because it would take him a month to write one, I told him it would take me a month to change a carburetor—something he’s very skilled at.

I will, gladly, admit my shortcomings in so many areas—and ask my more knowledgeable friends for advice. In fact, I ask so often they may think I’m a pain. So, this poem deals with that issue and I hope it’s something you can appreciate and agree with—

The Harder Way

Some people just don’t listen, no matter what you say.

They’d rather do it for themselves and learn the harder way.

Experience means nothing in the nation of the numb,

And though they may be blind and deaf, they’re never ever dumb.

It isn’t rare to flap your lips without your brain in gear,

But, now and then there might be something that you need to hear.

If you have something you can do to help another learn,

What makes you think they can’t contribute something in return.

Are you the type of person who thinks you know it all?

There’s not another in this world upon whom you can call?

If you have no one you can trust to point you on your way,

You’ll have to make it on your own, and struggle every day.

Life, today, is far too hard to live it on your own.

There are people who will help, if you don’t want to be alone.

Just open up a little bit and listen to a friend,

He may be just the guy to bring your troubles to an end.

There’s harder and there’s easier—you know you have a voice

In picking out the path to take—it’s always been your choice.

If you MUST do it on your own, there’s nothing left to say,

But, I’m a guy who’ll take advice—it’s easier that way. JDF

Joke: A monk is assigned to a new order and since he’s the “rookie” in the monastery, he’s told he must hand copy texts from the very originals stored deep in the cellar. He’s told there are books there that haven’t been seen in hundreds of years. He goes into the dungeon, finds the oldest text and begins copying. The head monk (Hegumen) leaves and goes back upstairs. The new monk isn’t at supper or breakfast so they get worried and go look for him. The find him crying uncontrollably over the most ancient book. Concerned, they ask him what happened. He points to the old book, takes a deep sigh, and finally gets out, “The word is celebrate!”

• What a difference 110 years can make. Some statistics from the year 1911: *The average life expectancy was 47 years. *Fuel for your car—if you had one was only sold in drug stores. * Only 14% of homes had a bathtub. * Only 8 % of homes had a phone. * There were only 8000 cars in the US and only 144 miles of paved road. * The maximum speed limit in most cities was 10 MPH. * The tallest structure in the world was the Eiffel Tower.*The average US wage was 22 cents an hour. *The average US worker made between $200 and $400 a year. * More than 95 % of births took place at home. .

• Favorite Sayings: * Youth would be a wonderful thing if it came a little later in life. *By the time a man is old enough to watch his step, he’s too old to go anywhere.*We could slow down the aging process if it had to work its way through Congress. *You are responsible for everything you do in life—unless you’re a celebrity. * Some people’s sole purpose in life is to serve as a warning to others. *Don’t expect the government to protect the consumer. The consumer needs protection FROM the government. That’s all folks! Have a good week.


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