What don't we get?

Our children weren't raised since infancy to hate those not like them and kill those who dare to think differently.  Why now are our young people behaving this way?  Is there some flaw in our child raising abilities?   Has the world and have young  people always been this susceptible?  Perhaps to a minute degree but not to the majority or there would be rioting and warfare all the time.  Can we do anything to change or stop this insanity?  Neither Dr.s, behavioral counselors, or even parents seem to be able to come up with any solutions.   How then can this crucial problem be solved?  We need answers.  Now..................................marge

My perfect car.

This will be complicated.  first, a little history.  My Chevy Tracker is over 14 year old, rusting through the door panels and has 88,000 miles on it, which, comparatively speaking, isn't a lot.  I can't remember what I didn't like about this car the first year or two, but now I want another similar one, with a few corrections or additions.  Its got to be kept simple.  I can do without a complicated dashboard.  I like manual door locks.  Enough with all the electronic stuff.  Some things I don't want.  Really don't want.   The mini SUV's rear end higher than the front, and the high up spare tire, both blocking  the view out of the back window.  I do want a wider rear view mirror and the seats level with my 'seat'.  I don't want to have to climb up to get in or pull myself up to get out of the car.  If you're 25, OK, but I'm not.  Let's stick to sliding in and out for aging, 'mini' sized people like me.  And the muscle tone isn't what it used to be either.   I know, I probably can get electronic seats and a lot of other stuff I'm not even aware that's already here and has been for years (my ignorance abounds) but simplicity is my goal.  This new car probably won't be taking trips to the Bay of Fundy like my Tracker and I did, oh wait, that wasn't my Tracker, that was my stick shift Yugo!!  I certainly won't drive the new one 103 MPH like I did my '57 Plymouth in the mid 50's on Geddes Road.  I have wised up quite a bit since then.  This new 'mini van' I MAY get one of these days, will be driven like a 'little old lady-only on Sundays'.  I know I will remember a lot more after I've posted this but I'll stop for now.  I've tired myself out with  all this brain strain................................marge

Auto recalls

I just don't get it.  The more recalls per month for an auto company and their sales go up.  What is wrong with this equation?  What am I missing?  Why does defective parts equal more consumer buying of this product?.................................marge

Detroit

I once had the good luck to be allowed to ride in a Detroit Police Cruiser from 12 a.m. to 4 a.m. in the 6th Precinct.  I should say it was a quiet  night, one missing teenager, a van fully engulfed with tires popping from the heat and a coffee/doughnut shop.  I felt obligated to pay for my coffee and doughnut but the owner wouldn't let me.  I was an obedient 'observer' and thoroughly enjoyed the rare opportunity..............................marge

Shopping and 'playing golf'!

First.  When I go shopping at Walmart or Home Depot, whatever I need (want) is at the farthest corner of the stores.  If I want two items, they of course will be at opposite, farthest away ends.  Secondly.  Completely different topic.  I consider myself ambidextrous, probably a misnomer in itself.  The light came on recently about why I can't play golf.  There are those that would argue with my self diagnosed conclusions but I'm right.  I know it.  You see, large muscle use i.e. sports, fun finger painting is my left handed side.  Now to the right handed side.  Tiny, little details requiring dexterity, i.e. fine, precise handwork (croquet) and writing,  are my right handed functions.  This is the problem.  Sometimes the large and small muscles get confused as to their duties.  Here is where golf comes in.  Long drives, no problem, shorter putts, a problem.  I can't decide which way to go, both seem awkward.   It then turns into a double whammy.  If my brain could decide, where would one buy a 'mixed' set of clubs?  I really did want to give the game a try.................................marge