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Jan 20, 2004 Sometimes I rush to judgment without the facts. Not a good plan ever. But at the least I’m human and feel emotion. Sure, I try to keep it in check. Like football games. If my team isn’t in the playoff’s then I’m for the underdog. If my regional team isn’t playing the rule is I cheer for the next closest team. Political candidates? That’s not a game, it’s pre-destined event all pulled by the great puppeteer somewhere in the Capital City. Here’s an example of how I sometimes misjudge things. I’m always cold in the winter. So yesterday morning I got up to wander around in two shirts, a sweatshirt, a pair of sweat pants, and fleece socks. Oh, yeah, I was wearing my apron, the one that says “Danger Men Cooking.” I was Cook de Breakfast de Day. Monday is garbage day on my rural road. From the kitchen I can see the beginning of our driveway. That is where I leave the can and recycle bins after the news and before I go to bed the night before -- Sunday nights. As I stood there dressed to the nines, a white van pulled up to the driveway. He began setting black bags of garbage next to my cans and bins. A woman got out of the passenger side to help him. Flash point regarding justice hit me right then. “Hey, knock it off! This isn’t a dump! Hey get on outta here, you, guys I banged on the window, yelling at the top of my lungs. The man waved at me. I was so mad I was sputtering. My wife came to see what I was yelling about. She started to laugh at me. It was our neighbors; they had gotten a new car. We share the driveway. Needless to say, I had to laugh at myself. I invited them in for scrambled eggs and blueberry muffins which I cooked in my elegant attire. Moral is: Get the whole story before you go off. Don’t listen to the cat. ------------ To learn more about the author: visit www.RDLarson.com plus there are new Christmas stories at www.BeWrite.net or email RD Larson: RDLarson419@aol.com Comment on this column in the forum. Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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