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 ITS WORTH IT, IF AT THE END IS HOME... A LOVING SPOUSE, HAPPY KIDS AND A DOG. WE WOULDN'T HAVE NEAR THE TROUBLE WITH OUR EDUCATIONAL SYSTEMS IF OUR KIDS GOT THERE EXERCISE WALKING A DIRT ROAD WITH OTHER KIDS, FROM WHOM THEY LEARN HOW TO GET ALONG.
THERE WAS LESS CRIME IN OUR STREETS BEFORE THEY WERE PAVED. CRIMINALS DIDNT WALK TWO DUSTY MILES TO ROB OR RAPE, IF THEY KNEW THEYD BE WELCOMED BY FIVE BARKING DOGS AND A DOUBLE BARREL SHOTGUN. AND THERE WERE NO DRIVE BY SHOOTINGS.
OUR VALUES WERE BETTER WHEN OUR ROADS WERE WORSE! PEOPLE DID NOT WORSHIP THEIR CARS MORE THEN THERE KIDS, AND MOTORISTS WERE MORE COURTEOUS, THEY DIDNT TAILGATE BY RIDING THE BUMPER OR THE GUY IN FRONT WOULD CHOKE YOU WITH DUST AND BUST YOUR WINDSHIELD WITH ROCKS. DIRT ROADS TAUGHT PATIENCE.
DIRT ROADS WERE ENVIRONMENTALLY FRIENDLY, YOU DIDNT HOP IN YOUR CAR FOR A QUART OF MILK; YOU WALKED TO THE BARN FOR YOUR MILK. FOR YOUR MAIL, YOU WALKED TO THE MAIL BOX.
WHAT IF IT RAINED AND THE DIRT ROAD GOT WASHED OUT? THATS THE BEST PART, THEN YOU STAYED HOME AND HAD SOME FAMILY TIME, ROASTED MARSHMALLOWS AND POPPED POPCORN AND PONEY RIDES ON DADDYS SHOLDERS AND LEARNED HOW TO MAKE PREITTIER 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 FISHING CREEKS OR SWIMMING HOLES. AT THE END OF A DIRT ROAD, THE ONLY TIME WE EVEN LOCKED OUR CARS WAS IN AUGUST, BECAUSE IF WE DIDNT SOME NEIGHOBR 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, YOUD HAVE TO HITCH UP A TEAM AND PULL THEM OUT. USUALLY YOU GOT A DOLLER...ALWAYS YOU GOT A NEW FRIEND... AT THE END OF A DIRT ROAD.
PAUL HARVEY
I LOVE THIS, THIS STORY REMINDED ME OF HOME. LOL.
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