[Jacob-list] Dirt Roads
sbennett
sbennett at teleport.com
Mon Mar 19 09:02:17 EST 2001
1952 - cigarette lighter becomes standard equipment in cars 1965 - seat
belt becomes standard equipment in cars
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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 that 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 children and a dog.
We wouldn't have near the trouble with our educational system if
our children got their exercise walking a Dirt Road with other children,
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 driveby shootings.
Our values were better when our roads were worse! People did not worship
their cars more than their children, and motorists were more courteous,
they didn't tailgate by riding the bumper, or the guy in front would
choke
you with dust & 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 mailbox. What if it rained and the Dirt Road got washed out? That was
the
best part, then you stayed home and had some family time, roasted
marshmallows
and popped popcorn and ponyride on Daddy's shoulders and learned how to
make
prettier quilts than anybody. 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.
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