Monday, November 19, 2012
Train, Train – Take Me On Out of This Town
My biggest critic (i.e. my wife) thinks I hate America because I am critical of the direction our country is headed. I complain about class inequity, the walking dead that won’t think for themselves, the deterioration of personal responsibility, and those idiots that think it is fine to turn left after the light has turned red. She asks me why I don’t simply leave the country if I’m so dissatisfied. If it weren’t for house arrest and no-fly lists, I would. But seriously, folks, sometimes it takes a rickety passenger car straight out of 1987 barreling down the tracks at a blazing 40 M.P.H. to give you a chance to remember how fortunate we really are.
The sun came up behind us, casting a blue haze upon frozen fields left fallow for the season. When the frost melted away and the sleepy towns awoke on a Friday morning, cattle grazed and horses gazed. No sexy bullet train tunnels or canyons made of glass and steel. Just mile after mile of simple, honest, farmland and the salt of the earth tending it.
I didn’t intend to make this a corny “Thanksgiving” post. Family, friends, a job, Ozzy, big boobies, blah, blah, blah. Yeah, I’m thankful for all of that. But I’m also grateful to have been dropped down to this mortal coil on American soil. That’s about as close to flag-waving as I’m gonna get.