Saturday, October 9, 2010

Terminus Peace Pipe Smokers

With the rise in MLM activity, how are such local businesses feeding and growing their portions of the global economy?

With the decline in Las Vegas visitors, is there an equal rise in similar gambling ventures elsewhere on the planet?

Can local/state/national government politicians get away from blaming one another for global economic woes and admit this is more complicated than any one government can solve alone, putting aside selfish ambition to reduce CEO-to-average-employee salary inequality while...?

Wait, that future has already been plotted. I can't talk about it right now.

My agent says I should save some surprises to reveal, partially hidden, in my blockbuster bestseller that will incorporate the whole economy as part of its plot twists integrated into the lives of all seven billion of us.

In the new world order, Earth is its own self-promotional product merchandising.

Now that the word is out we're no longer paying and protecting Osama bin Laden to be our official Enemy No. 1, pirates and bandits are competing to take that top job for the next round of "Who are you afraid of when the lights go out in Georgia?"

Can we raise the Love Canals of the neighbourhoods - the places where cancer rates are unusually high - to the level of fear of the power of the unknown enemy, instead?

Ate lunch yesterday at Payne's, a former Rexall drug store, once known as W. H. Payne Drug Company, started in 1869, a place where City of Scottsboro and Hollywood employees sit down to eat such delectables as the Curley burger (topped with pimento cheese).

The proprietor, personally proud of her homemade pies and cakes, if she says so herself how good they are, told me an interesting story.

A visitor from Boston, who shared a good recipe with her, said their family had been part of the original Girl Scout troop in this country. Back in the early days, girls were given recipes to cook cookies at home. Then, the girls were supposed to sell their cookies door to door.

Where would we be without old-fashioned bake sales?

At Payne's, you'll get crisps instead of chips (or chips instead of fries) because the deep fat fryer's popping fuses.

Thanks to Shirley, Samantha, Pat and Joe at UBC; Ryan at Ruby Tuesday in Strawberry Plains; Treece at BP/BR and Edith Carrington. Did I thank Jason at Dreamland BBQ, Michelle at Beauregard's, the kind cashier at HHGregg, the guys at East End, the helpful folks at Owens Cross Roads post office, or Adrienne and Victoria at Cracker Barrel?

In addition to HSO listening, time to go back to Lowe Mill and see the talent hiding out, waiting for the next great rock opera to shake, rattle and roll the world stage.

Are you ready to admit the world's children are getting the same out-of-class education so we adults should better treat how we present ourselves and the global sociopolitical system to ourselves and our future/children?

You are fully/equally part of the natives of our planetary narrative. I need y/our help to tell y/our story well.

Keep in mind the tale of our time on Earth will become a chapter in the history of our exploration and population of the galaxy, names and faces of this sphere, good and bad, largely forgotten.

This is our moment. Let's live it like we're humble guests in each other's homes.

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