Re: flying on Southwest with firearms. I flew on SW to visit my mom last week. For some unknown reason, TSA decided to inspect my luggage. It didn't make it to Boise with me, and had to be delivered the next morning. I'm sure that the agents really enjoyed paying through a middle-aged woman's socks and underwear. At least it was on the outbound trip, and was still clean.
The other day, someone at the co-op read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farm house in the adjoining county and he asked me a question, "Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up, Milo?"
I smiled when I answered him saying, "I DID have a drug problem when I was a kid growing up on the farm in southeast Kansas. I was drug to church on Sunday mornings and for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults and teachers. I was also drug to the 'woodshed' when I disobeyed my parents or if I had a 'smart-mouth.'
I was drug to my room to work on improving my homework and my attitude if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug outside on Saturday mornings to pull weeds in our garden and flower beds."
Those "drugs" are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin, and if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America might be a better place today.
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