Looney in Lunenburg

Sunday, September 14, 2008

06:50 AM

Where We Went Wrong

The old Sioux chief sat in his reservation hut, smoking the ceremonial pipe, eyeing the two US government officials sent to interview him.

"Chief Two Eagles," one official began, "you have observed the white man for many generations, you have seen his wars and his products, you have seen all his progress, and all his problems."

The chief nodded. The official continued, "Considering recent events in New York, in your opinion, where has the white man gone wrong?"

The chief stared at the government officials and continued smoking his pipe for over a minute, and then calmly replied: "When white man found this land, Indians were running it. No taxes. No debt. No house payments. No Daycare. Plenty buffalo. Women did all the cooking. Medicine man free. Indian men hunted and fished all the time."

The chief smiled, and added quietly, "White man dumb enough to think he could improve a system like that.

Some national parks have long waiting lists for camping reservations. When you have to wait a year to sleep next to a tree, something is wrong.

George Carlin (1937 - 2008)

There doesn't seem to be much point in opening my curtains this morning; everything outside is lost in fog. At least the fog horn didn't keep me awake all night. I have always been impressed with the number of features built into my RV and the efficient use of storage space. Slowly I'm getting the hang of how to use its many gadgets. Yesterday I managed to set up the awning and attach it to the anchors on the side of the vehicle. I also managed to figure out what buttons to push to make my TV capture a signal from the antenna. In Lunenburg that's one channel—CBC. No one, however would call my new home commodious. Nearby this weekend is a vehicle that could. For a short while I was parked beside a 40 foot bus-style million dollar motor home. Underneath it boasts a dozen storage bays and up top are four massive pop-out extensions. With one of those babies there's no backing up and going forward onto planks—push a button and the hydraulics auto-levels. There's no point in penis envy—it's way out of my league. At least I don't have to put fuel in the tank. Speaking of which gasoline just took an 11¢ spike in cost. With an election in the offing you'd think those politicians would do something about that.