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[Purplelady1040]

"You don't have to burn books to destroy a culture.  Just get people to stop reading them."  Ray Bradbury.

Great quote

[libby]

"You don't have to burn books to destroy a culture.  Just get people to stop reading them."  Ray Bradbury.

[Y]

"You don't have to burn books to destroy a culture.  Just get people to stop reading them."  Ray Bradbury.

...and start watching Jerry Springer! 

Not saying I know masses of young people, but I can say that most of those I know rarely - if ever - read books if they're not still pursuing an education. 

The folks I know that are still avid reader are all at least forty plus.

[Purplelady1040]

...and start watching Jerry Springer! 

Not saying I know masses of young people, but I can say that most of those I know rarely - if ever - read books if they're not still pursuing an education. 

The folks I know that are still avid reader are all at least forty plus.

I love to read and our son doesn't but his interest are varied. Our daughter who is 10.5 reads and loves it. I hope she always will love to read but so many young people don't  like you posted Y do not. Maybe I was lucky in that I grew up in a home where reading was stressed.

[AbbyTC]

...and start watching Jerry Springer!

Not saying I know masses of young people, but I can say that most of those I know rarely - if ever - read books if they're not still pursuing an education. 

The folks I know that are still avid reader are all at least forty plus.

My daughter is an avid reader and book collector, and many of her friends love to read. I like to read and working at the library makes it easy to find books. (Can you believe that? Find books in a library?  ) I've been trying to swap between fiction and non-fiction. 

[AbbyTC]

I have a tendency to read everything and anything.  Like cereal boxes (been doing that since I was kid), drink cups, labels, ingredient lists, and now, napkins.  This is what Chipotle has on theirs:  "This napkin was made from 100% recycled content.  It could have been losing lottery ticket or a frustrating furniture assembly manual in its past life.  Forgive and forget."   

[Purplelady1040]

I have a tendency to read everything and anything.  Like cereal boxes (been doing that since I was kid), drink cups, labels, ingredient lists, and now, napkins.  This is what Chipotle has on theirs:  "This napkin was made from 100% recycled content.  It could have been losing lottery ticket or a frustrating furniture assembly manual in its past life.  Forgive and forget."   

I am the same way in reading stuff but now my interest is true murder or biographical books. Someone once asked the late Ann Rule, true crime author did people who like her books , were they inclined to be evil and she stated that she didn't believe so. I have a friend who is a high school librarian and she has a Literature  Club at her school. Every year, kids are waiting to get in.
That is cool about the napkin. I will have to check that out next time.

[The Troll]

   This year I had a bumper crop of hot yellow Hungarian peppers in fact all of my peppers.     Hungarian, Anaheim, Cow Horn, Poblano and Serrano.  I just finished canning the Hungarians, some garlic, some spicy and some sweet.  The Poblanos will be frozen and the rest will be dried for some Mexican dishes, soups and chili. 

[Purplelady1040]

   This year I had a bumper crop of hot yellow Hungarian peppers in fact all of my peppers.     Hungarian, Anaheim, Cow Horn, Poblano and Serrano.  I just finished canning the Hungarians, some garlic, some spicy and some sweet.  The Poblanos will be frozen and the rest will be dried for some Mexican dishes, soups and chili. 

That sounds good. 👌

[pariann]

It's hump day......you should go out and get you one.

[Locutus]

[Locutus]

Princess Leia and Han Solo had a real life affair.

Anyone surprised?   

[libby]

Princess Leia and Han Solo had a real life affair.

Anyone surprised?   

Nah.

Reminds me of something I read years ago in a Dear Abby (I think) column: A woman wrote in to say she'd been married twice, but not to the man she loved, and wondered if there were others like her. Abby wrote back that, to her surprise, she got a lot of "me, too" responses. 

[Palehorse]

Had to stop at a local store to pick something up while running errands this morning. On the way into the store I saw this elderly man sitting on a short brick wall going into the store itself.

He is obviously homeless and I saw someone had provided him with an afghan that they had knitted. It was clean and barely used; however he was using it to break the wind off his already windburned face.

Now, the streets are lined with scammers holding signs saying they need food blah,blah,blah. This guy was different though. You can tell the individuals that do not have a place to stay or don't know where their next meal is coming from and cannot remember when they last had a good meal. This man was one of them. He didn't say a word as I walked past him and into the store.

I picked up my item and was in and out within 5 minutes. I had paid for my item with a 20 dollar bill and had more than half of that left and in my hand as I walked out the door. I looked over to see he had moved a lot further away from the entrance, so I walked down to him and reached out to shake hands with him, holding the change in the cup of my extended hand.

He reached out to shake hands with me and I pressed the money into his palm as we did so. I wished him a happy Thanksgiving and told him the weather was going to take a turn for the worst this evening.

He looked into his hand and back up at me and had tears in his eyes as he said thank you. I noticed he was wearing a Navy hat and asked him if he was a veteran. He replied by telling me he had served aboard (a ship) during Nam and had been in for 8 years. Told me the years of his service.

I asked him if he had a place to stay and he just shook his head indicating "no". I pulled out my phone and called a very good friend of mine that works for the Indianapolis VA and while I was standing there with him I provided his personal information to my friend. HE promised to call me right back, so I asked the man if he'd like a cup of coffee. He said he would and I invited him to get into the truck and go over to Starbucks with me, my treat. He indicated he couldn't go to that place as they'd called the cops on him for hanging around there.

I asked how he liked his coffee and then went over to Starbucks and got him a large one just the way he liked it. On the way over my friend called back and said that the man I had called him about has some severe service-related disabilities and was a pilot. I told him his situation and he said that it explained why his account had gone virtually untouched for nearly 2 years now. He asked if I could find a way to get him to the VA in Muncie, who would provide him shelter, food, medical assistance, and help get him squared away.

By this time I was back in the truck and drove over to him. I pulled up and told him to get in. He was a bit nervous about it but he saw the Navy Stickers on my truck and got in anyway. I handed him his coffee and asked him if he would like me to take him to Muncie to get some help. I explained what my friend had told me. He again teared up and nodded his head indicating yes.

I drove him up there and went inside with him. Much to my surprise they were waiting for him when we arrived, and began processing him immediately. He reached out to shake my hand as he prepared to walk away and tried to give me the money I had given him back. I told him he might need it to tide him over and to keep it.

He nodded his head and again said thank you. He asked me why I was doing this for him? I told him, why wouldn't I when he had put his life on the line for me and this nation so many years ago? "Thank you for your service", I said to him. Welcome home.

I wish it could have been more. . . 

I called my friend back and thanked him for his assistance with the man. He asked me how I had run across him and I told him. He just laughed and said he was glad I had called him and thanked me for helping him out. I told him it was a team effort, me, him, and the man. I told him I know he stretched a few rules and likely called in a favor or two in order to get the guy help so quickly, and I appreciated it.

"It's my job man. It's what we do."  It's more than that and I damned well know it. 

Thankful for friends like him. Truly thankful.

[me]

Had to stop at a local store to pick something up while running errands this morning. On the way into the store I saw this elderly man sitting on a short brick wall going into the store itself.

He is obviously homeless and I saw someone had provided him with an afghan that they had knitted. It was clean and barely used; however he was using it to break the wind off his already windburned face.

Now, the streets are lined with scammers holding signs saying they need food blah,blah,blah. This guy was different though. You can tell the individuals that do not have a place to stay or don't know where their next meal is coming from and cannot remember when they last had a good meal. This man was one of them. He didn't say a word as I walked past him and into the store.

I picked up my item and was in and out within 5 minutes. I had paid for my item with a 20 dollar bill and had more than half of that left and in my hand as I walked out the door. I looked over to see he had moved a lot further away from the entrance, so I walked down to him and reached out to shake hands with him, holding the change in the cup of my extended hand.

He reached out to shake hands with me and I pressed the money into his palm as we did so. I wished him a happy Thanksgiving and told him the weather was going to take a turn for the worst this evening.

He looked into his hand and back up at me and had tears in his eyes as he said thank you. I noticed he was wearing a Navy hat and asked him if he was a veteran. He replied by telling me he had served aboard (a ship) during Nam and had been in for 8 years. Told me the years of his service.

I asked him if he had a place to stay and he just shook his head indicating "no". I pulled out my phone and called a very good friend of mine that works for the Indianapolis VA and while I was standing there with him I provided his personal information to my friend. HE promised to call me right back, so I asked the man if he'd like a cup of coffee. He said he would and I invited him to get into the truck and go over to Starbucks with me, my treat. He indicated he couldn't go to that place as they'd called the cops on him for hanging around there.

I asked how he liked his coffee and then went over to Starbucks and got him a large one just the way he liked it. On the way over my friend called back and said that the man I had called him about has some severe service-related disabilities and was a pilot. I told him his situation and he said that it explained why his account had gone virtually untouched for nearly 2 years now. He asked if I could find a way to get him to the VA in Muncie, who would provide him shelter, food, medical assistance, and help get him squared away.

By this time I was back in the truck and drove over to him. I pulled up and told him to get in. He was a bit nervous about it but he saw the Navy Stickers on my truck and got in anyway. I handed him his coffee and asked him if he would like me to take him to Muncie to get some help. I explained what my friend had told me. He again teared up and nodded his head indicating yes.

I drove him up there and went inside with him. Much to my surprise they were waiting for him when we arrived, and began processing him immediately. He reached out to shake my hand as he prepared to walk away and tried to give me the money I had given him back. I told him he might need it to tide him over and to keep it.

He nodded his head and again said thank you. He asked me why I was doing this for him? I told him, why wouldn't I when he had put his life on the line for me and this nation so many years ago? "Thank you for your service", I said to him. Welcome home.

I wish it could have been more. . . 

I called my friend back and thanked him for his assistance with the man. He asked me how I had run across him and I told him. He just laughed and said he was glad I had called him and thanked me for helping him out. I told him it was a team effort, me, him, and the man. I told him I know he stretched a few rules and likely called in a favor or two in order to get the guy help so quickly, and I appreciated it.

"It's my job man. It's what we do."  It's more than that and I damned well know it. 

Thankful for friends like him. Truly thankful.

It's a shame there aren't more people like you in the world.