Random ramblings of a mind damaged by years of disuse and abuse. Also a place to go to be bored to tears.
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Words to live by...
"How beautiful it is to do nothing, and to rest afterward."
(The right to looseness has been officially given)
"Everyone carries a part of society on his shoulders," wrote Ludwig von Mises, "no one is relieved of his share of responsibility by others. And no one can find a safe way for himself if society is sweeping towards destruction. Therefore everyone, in his own interest, must thrust himself vigorously into the intellectual battle."
Apparently, the crossword puzzle that disappeared from the blog, came back.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Snippet of Life - the Bike Shop
When I was about 4 years old, my father started a small business. He opened a bicycle shop in an old garage behind the stores on Main Street in the town we lived in. It was a small town, a bedroom community, a suburb far out on Long Island. The garage was not much to look at. If I recall correctly, it was a quonset hut with few amenities. It did not smell nice but it smelled like a place where work was done, honest work, mechanical work. It smelled of grease, oil, and sweat. It is a smell I still associate with work, real work. It meant working with your hands, building something, repairing something. He moved his business to a new location but that work smell moved with it. Fifty eight years later I can still remember it, still smell it, still associate honest work with it.