Unofficially, we are 1-1 and 1. Unofficially, that is because the YMCA does not keep score. However, when a team does score a touchdown they have the option to try a conversion from the two yard line or the five yard line. Therefore the scoring system is as follows:
Touchdown = 6 points.
Extra Point = 1 point from the two yard line (team must pass) 2 points from the 5 yard line (run or pass)
Safety = 2 points.
Lambs to the slaughter. What has become of a nation founded by people who were so fed up with the way things were that they fought, literally fought for change? There was a time when people screamed, "ENOUGH!" We once believed in a right to speak out, to expose injustices, to enact changes, and fight for what we felt just and true. Today we are mocked, scorned and dismissed. Why? What happened to our voices and what could possibly have enough power to silence them?
Time. Time has eroded our resolve much like the constant winds and water have eroded a tiny crack in the Arizona desert to form The Grand Canyon. It didn't happen overnight. It was the result, year after year, of the pounding forces of wind, water, ice and heat. Oh I'm sure the rocks resisted initially using all of their collective resolve to keep the faith and stay strong. But the winds were constant and unrelenting. As the crack grew, strongholds were lessened and eventually gave way altogether.
What has become of the service industry? Any service. You know, where a person might provide something of need (service) to someone who might need it? I seem to recall a time when people cared, customers mattered. It's been a while.
Three years ago, we did a bit of remodeling in our home. One of the rooms redone was our bedroom. Layer upon layer of wallpaper was removed--our goal to expose the plaster beneath, repair any cracks or holes and paint the walls. Each newly exposed layer was like opening a time capsule to the stylish decor of the past ninety years. Flowers were very popular. And puke green. When I finally made it to the bare wall I was shocked at what I found.
The men who had so painstakingly placed that first layer of paper on the wall were apparently very proud of the work they did. The work they would leave behind for generations to build upon and cover up. They signed and dated the wall.
“Man,” I thought. “What cool kids I've got.” They were sitting in the living room engrossed in what I thought was a rock-u-mentary chronicling the storied punk rock band, The Ramones. I could hear them chanting—Gabba, gabba.
Cool! I sat down to catch the program myself. Granted, I'm not a huge Ramones fan but I appreciate their music and I figured a documentary about them would surely be pretty interesting.
I grew up in a relatively small town. Oh, it's downright metropolitan compared to the blip on the map where I live now, but as towns go it was relatively small. As I grew, so did the town and the last remaining parcels of farmland slowly became surrounded by schools, shopping malls and neighborhoods. Our house abutted one such parcel of land. An old farmhouse on a rectangular plot of roughly 3 acres. The field had long since been used for crops and for the most part stood unattended and uncut. The old farmer and his wife still lived in the farmhouse and he kept a mule, God only knows why, in the back yard.
Occasionally we would venture out into the field and build little forts and play war games, always cautious for there was tale that the crusty old farmer kept a shotgun loaded with rock salt and he would shoot any hoodlum kid that dared venture onto his land. We feared that old man. No one ever saw him, but we knew he was there and could almost feel his watchful eye as we crossed the fence. We knew we weren't supposed to be going into his fields but somehow couldn't resist. The thrill of adventure was just too great. And besides, we were never destructive (except for that one time that my brother set the field on fire). That, he says, was purely an accident and the fire department was unable to pin anything on him.
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