Block-A-Day 226 – The Golf Cart
Last year, when our high school seniors had their graduation they all rode in a parade around town and down Main Street in golf carts provided by local golf courses.
Last year, when our high school seniors had their graduation they all rode in a parade around town and down Main Street in golf carts provided by local golf courses.
Theirs is a high stress job requiring complete concentration. To become a controller you must apply for training before your 31st birthday. Mandatory retirement is 56 years of age.
That happened long before the fire last year. After the fire I thought of the people who had lost everything and realized they would not have what they needed.
I was ready and waiting behind the bus when the driver came around to load our luggage. I had left enough space for the rear doors to open. Just then these two middle aged men and their preteen sons pushed their way in front of me talking to each other the whole time.
When I have taken the shuttle from the airport up the mountain I have talked to some very interesting people. Once I was sitting next to a young woman from the east coast inner city that had come to work at the YMCA here in the mountains.
Vinnie drives the cab. There hasn’t always been a TAXI in That Town. Vinnie used to live in Trenton, where he drove a cab for 30 years.
They would turn on the lights and sirens and drive a few blocks to the movie theater we had then. I would cover my ears and be scared silly. The theater was called El Grande and once we arrived there we’d line up, still bundled up to our chins.
When we turned onto our County Road there was a cement truck coming and being his first left turn he turned a little too much. It looked like we were going to drive into the cement truck. He corrected and we missed but it sure made an impression on mom.
Andy is out in the driveway waxing his truck again, second time this week. He’s singing “On The Road Again” and his long suffering wife Deb is watching him from the kitchen window and rolling her eyes for the tenth time in as many minutes.
I’m sure many of you have given blood, I know I have. I have never had a transfusion myself but both of my parents used a lot of blood before they passed away. I kind of think of it as a debt.