I have a little note pad sitting beside my computer with a bunch of blog entry topics listed and I've been on a roll lately with getting caught up and checking off some of those items. So as I write this entry, I know some of you will note the deviation from my usual fare and see that I have wandered into the land of musings. Sorry, my muse is making me do this.
My wife and I took a walk at a local park today and we sat on a swing about 15 feet off the walking path.It was a beautiful afternoon and there were lots of people out walking their dogs, riding their bikes and skateboards, and just waking, enjoying the day. So as these people would walk by us, we would usually say "hello" or offer some other sort of greeting. You know what -- I actually started to count how many people walked by and in a little over an hour, there were about 137 people passing in front of us. Only about 12 of those people responded to our greeting !! We didn't invade their space, we didn't even get off the swing. Most just walked past, not even looking up or at us. Strangely, of the 12 who did respond in some fashion, they were all our age (old in case you were wondering).
So I have a suggestion for our politicians (just in case they need an idea about future government spending which has to be better than the junk they came up with recently -- really). How about a Covid recovery program that reintroduces people to civility and pleasantness. It could be a correspondence course if people don't want to gather in order to learn or re-learn these characteristics, but there is plenty of room in the park we were in today -- great place to start. If not, I really fear for my grandchildren and the world they live in. I'm afraid there are a whole lot of people in this world who will never take off their masks and smile again.
And then there is this little thing my friend Al sent me today (thanks for the chuckle, Al)...