The world is so much smaller than it used to be. And as it has gotten smaller, our expectations have gotten so much larger. We want everything now. It reflects in the way that we do business and it the way we live our lives. We send texts and emails that are delivered instantly. We Skype, Facetime and post our life stories on social media sites like Facebook. We Tweet, Pin, and Instagram. And we have sites, like Youtube, that remind us of our moments of stupidity. And we unabashedly share our photos to people all over the world, sometimes, without thought. Our world has changed so much.
Today I went out and had the brakes done on the car. While I sat in the lobby of the brake shop, I looked out the window and noticed the hustle and bustle of the day. There were traffic jams at the intersection and it seemed every business in this busy strip was open for business. It amused me because today is Sunday and Sunday's weren't always like this.
Back in the nineteen sixties, Mr. Ernest worked the midnight shift at the local steel mill. He was our next door neighbor. Our houses were separated by only a few precarious feet. And unfortunately, the passage-way between the two houses was an echo chamber. And this was something of which our mother was quick to remind us. She did often in her own, loving, and sometimes painful way.